Counterattack

Reality dissipates the fragments stolen away

By the gust of an organized storm

It was bred with the purpose to infiltrate the will of the individual

Subliminal messages in everything we see in this modern civilization

Leading us to believe that our needs can never be met

Their influence sets in

But I’ve found peace in growing things - things untainted and unspoiled

While others seek nothing more than objects built from ill intent

Created to prolong an intensifying unquenchable thirst

Counterattack their attempts to prey on unsuspecting minds

Counterattack the conductors of your fate