Seeds

You've got your life in a mess You have to run, have to stress Some have forgotten their names Don't even know how to fuck They're even blind when they look They have mistaken a book But they continue to cook A meal that isn't gold dust And then the system sucks They go get some drugs They think their mind is on Not understanding it's gone They always pay with themselves They've all been placed in a cell And people rage in their hearts Not understanding it's dark Don't believe in those Who supply all the seeds Only you disagree With the fact of mimicry You are under control And you don't even care That you are losing respect Become the things you reject Don't hide behind all the gods Avoid this constant pretense Don't believe my friend In everything you have seen We're acting like in a dream We're acting like we aren't real Someone's domestic man Trapped on a human farm A mind reserved for the fancy Expensive luxury dancing We continue through