"Without A Choice"
I close my eyes and try to listen. The message broadcasted is encrypted to defeat individual thought. Doesn’t seem like we're trained to breathe and think the same participate in vain - I think we are all insane. Falling in line is fucking easy when you got no choice or knew of nothing else. And we go on and on with worthless things that makes us who we are and how we live. We keep them close to home. Now that we know the story is false and all the players played their parts to serve some final destination of complete control and mass slavery – now in fruition; these master plans – we’ll be a part of it: no escape we’re all plugged in… And we go on and on with worthless things that makes us who we are and how we live. We keep them close to home. Pull the blankets overhead and pray. You’ll sleep through the worst of it all. And if you take that stance then you’re just as bad as them, if not worst, without a choice. I say we take a more desperate approach without too much thought. Like a grenade exploding, we'll pick up the pieces and learn something new.
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