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slaves
PART 1
in real life, becoming lazy is the natural result of being a slave and living in fear
you are a slave
you must live life in fear, otherwise you are a good slave
good slaves are as bad as our worse masters
be a bad slave
hate your masters
they brought being a slave into your life
they lied, as overseers do, to us
they said that we are free
they said that they are here to protect us
from evil
we are too afraid to speak out against them in this dark time in which we live
we know that there just has to be a better way
as they try to harvest our souls
using us like much fertilizer
trying to manifest an evil power
there is no such thing
yet
so we will always be slaves
until we revolt
take action
fight
PART 2
scratching tenaciously trapped under a glass ceiling
so obvious so real so a part of us
fingers bloody scratching away at this beautiful image just out of reach
i turn to my family for help and for love
not understanding, even though love is all i get
really no help
lots of Band-Aids made of coolness and popularity
being good parents to be good parents
not to be good parents
is really just another question
the masters ask us
that distracts me the most
the glass ceiling is my parents
showing me the way to contentment and higherness
but it's just a trick because i can only see it
no touchy
just looky
trying to keep it in view as it fades away as i am expected to be a master myself
as if to say there is no other way
more and more, little by little
into a childish dream
that only a fool possesses
lifetime fleeting like spacetime ebbs
a molecule in the ocean blue majestic can hardly whisper
can you hear?
PART 3
What do I have to say to let you want to
boycott unplug dropout mountainside?
stock up read up prepare for genicide?
does it have to rhyme and be said in a way that you can sing?
maybe not you, but someone could, right?
i say
fuck that
listen up here
you are fucking up badly
i'm asking you sadly
what does it take for you to see that you are a fucking slave?
your life is the whim of a bullshit few so-called elite
isn't that neat?
what do you have to do?
keep being a slave, right?
so you can die a coward as you pretend you aren't one
when you knew all along
