Free thought has been hollowed
Furnished with myopia
Spin drift misconception
Life inside an envelope
Built on lie after lie
From complex layer of illusion
Can you recover your soul?
Choking down expressions of homage
Reshaped desires prosecute attrition rate
Slotted into a life of graft
Defining said contours, through make-work production
Processed stimulation in their ten thousand mile stares
The sour taste of a mouth full of ashes, disordered introspection
Head is in the sand
While subdued integrity, surpasses recognition
Perspicacious dreams of liberation remain illusions.