Bourgeois societies pleading cries
A release from tyranny they held
so they can enslave them with the chains from which they were freed
an all to common circle of ignorance and greed
the machinery they work working them more then they see
their blinded eyes cannot see they work relentlessly for the machinery of conformity
when all you strive to own ends up swallowing your soul
and all you love ends up as something for which there isn't time
your self is desolved and you've lost the finer lines
the sketch that made you free from humanity
now faded beyond reprieve
leaves my eyes blinded to you and your kind
and in that notion
a certain contentment I find