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I wasn't born to be a corporate citizen.
Wasn't hatched to grow a suit and tie.
Symbols of oppressive domination
infiltrate the brick wall of the mind.
And I am so glad to see
the crumbling social system.
I know that every cup manufactured
will be full of moral turpentine.

Strong messages of violence
will be the normal way of believing.
They'll be used to indoctrinate
the impressionable middle-aged children
who sit together in every possible
perspective, and in so doing
will be identified by their compliance.

I am so glad to see
that every broken belief will be used
to open up cans of disappointments.

Droning propaganda bombs are
prepared to scatter in the skies.
They erupt over the bowing heads
of every single corporate citizen.
When they begin, they'll harvest
full fields of uprooted compromises.

When we begin, that is on the day
each of us is born, we are harvested
for our individual and collective compliance.
And I am so glad to see
that every compliant man and woman
will never refuse to solicit questions.

These questions will fester like
sagging eyes that lack eyeballs.

What can't be seen must not be believed.
What can't be said must never be dreamed.
Salute yourselves as you merge like vapour
into the acceptable version of slave mentalities.

And I am so glad to see
that every falling piece of plaster
will cause one less detergent ball to
be thrown into the crackling resistance.

You can't wash away your manufactured sins.
You cannot pretend to be right if you're wrong.

I wasn't born to follow in your footsteps.
Wasn't created to become your bank account.
And I am so glad to see
that this waste of human achievement
is finally suffering from
the plastic it was
created from.