Take a look at yourself. Does the mirror show you as you are? Can you see through these walls, or are you stuck inside? Washed out with the tide. Do you know who you are or what you are? Being fucked so hard. The subject of a world of experiments. Raised and reduced, betrayed to produce. You never knew, it’s like that in the hieroglyphics yeah. You think you’re in for a happy ending? Poor fools, you owe. From your inception, few exceptions. The ones getting ahead stay on your head, and in them too. Convincing you, you’re cool. Making you believe these are your cities, your churches, your homes and your schools. You never knew. The infrastructure around your info is structured to infer structure on top of you. The cornerstone in the martyrs’ bones. This government is a business and this country its corporate HQ. The state: its departments. The population: its products. Born unknown, they are the drones. Take a look at yourself. Can you see through these walls? Do you know who you are? Do you know what you are? You never knew. I could probably end up in a ditch for this, but as long as I get this out before I go. I’ll have that peace of mind. Give them a piece of mind at every show. No, I couldn’t relent if I tried. Is it better to fight ’til you die, or get up and live while dead inside?