trapped
Locked at the outside watching the people pass by Even if they are talking to each other their loliness is still there They are hollows, there is nothing filling their lives They don’t have any value, except between them, how whealty they apear
They aren’t worthy because the ideas that are growing in their minds They are worthy because of how big are their dicks, how small are their waists How they treat each other,it had lost all the importance it once had Because they will be valued for the material possesions they have
I’m trapped between beasts that look physically like me They got different religions, yet they worship the same green god Yet they criticize others, but they don’t ask if their own morality is broke But they don’t care, who they really are, important it isn’t
Beasts that are too coward to be responsible for what they do It was the situation, it was the devil, it was anything but them They blame it on the knifes, they blame it on the guns Everybody is guilty except the own being
I’m trapped in their hypocresy, but mostly at the mine Criticicing the world while im scared to look at my own mind Scared by the fact is up to me to obey any voice The fear of truth is trapping us like a black void
They have many questions that asked can be not Innovation i reallized is scarier than we know Causes terror getting out from where we feel confort Accepting new stuff, questioning all the knowledge we got Is something we left for tomorrow, is too hard to do it know
They wanna be special while they dont tolerate the diference We say “think different” but we will punish who even dares And if our society is actually opresive, do we really care? Is it easier to keep our philsophy the way it came Keeping us like sheeps seems to be our preference
Why to murder for the ones who controll you makes you heroic? Things that are on human nature, are portrayed as sinful When they have doubts, to having them they are fearful Think whitout ask if you want your doctrines growing If they close their eyes, they will prevent for themselves the truth to showing
I’m trapped, lying to me, saying “like this im not at all” But i dress nice cause it afects me what is going to be said I keep my questions in silence, im too coward to ask And i ask to me, if im going to be enough of brave
Im trapped fearing them, but i realized between us isn’t a big diference It’s scary to face the fact i’m not and i wasn’t inocent As scary as it was to face i’m not and won’t be special and unique I can see the truth, it is something im scared to pick But i know that it or makes me free, or get me killed cause i dared to speak
