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Population control.  To many heads.

Not enough resources.

Give them smart phones so they can talk and stare at their device.

My world exisits on this device.

Where would you be with out that technology?

Give them pills, tell them it will make them happy.

Secretly it makes you sad.

They died, oh well.  One less mouth to feed.

Tell them there is not enough.

But secretly theres enough for everyone.

For all the poison in our foods, our air and these wars.

Slowly, Slowly, Slowly.  Ever so...

What it all breaks down to.

A hand to hold you when your young.

A hand to kill you when your old.

To those with all the toys.

Those who make the rules.

They will tell you, "less is more."

Don't you understand?

Their privledged indivinduals.

We've been cookin the books since the tracking of time,

While writing the wrong stories for years.

Like some truthful disinformation.

We want you to go mad and snap.

Go commit a sinister crime,

God Damn! We'll make it a headline!

We'll cover it from so many angles...

and make you the anti-hero.

We will say it, without saying it.

That it's okay to do this.

Be this.

Yeah....

But its not.

It's amazing the way life is broken down.

But in the end it all comes down to control.

That metaphorical hand around the neck.

It can caress and it can kill.

Control