Sini vs. Revolution

Lindel · 01-06-2025, 03:18 AM

From birth, we decide to follow a standard we've accepted as right
the views of another's sight, therefore we've rejected the light
obscured eyes become a faulty source of the lessons they write
fictitious stories fed to us as a reflection of life

Am I to believe that these Happy Days of Our Lives lead to Wonder Years?
and that Jason, not Dora and the Wonders Pets is the one to fear
well I've said Candyman five hundred fifty-five times still no one's appeared
can't get my child to listen, yet everyday Spongebob's in their fuckin ear
but I left my imagination in Foster's Home, what remains is a cautious soul
innocent lives taken everyday at the hands of your Paw Patrol
it was the same in my youth...
I too was distracted by our square friend's tales then
poison powder ushered in by the mail man and I was too busy focusing on becoming quail man
until I realized that the sands of life keep flowing when the tale ends
so your stories are only half truths with no tellings of the tail end
I'm sayin, if Monica's marriage fails, are Ross and Chandler still Friends?
as the reels spin, our attention's the Deadliest Catch they can reel in
how could you ever expect to learn The Facts of Life without grasping life
in Hell's Kitchen, chin inches above the assassin's knife
the Empire has made us peasants, The Walking Dead, simply zombified
victims of a sublime design, a stagnant flock in the fathers eyes
we have corruption running rampant and other actual scandals
buried under who sits and stands for your national anthem
these Tom and Jerry games you play, all your laughable antics
we watch the news seeking the truth and find the facts that you planted
listen...
you cant cover up What's Happening on the bottom just cause you name a show Good Times
and The First 48 is never the first 48 of any hood crime
the struggle for Power is real, but every man cut from that cloth knows that the power's in steel
still us surrendering our viewership leaves power instilled
all of you couch potatoes are food for the taking, you fools have been Taken
opened your home without establishing any Rules of Engagement
your consciousness forever trapped within their tools of containment
on the Outer Limits of reality, the cruelest of places
your overseer ever watching, not the usual face
the ones who brought you there were puppets, merely used and replaced
...
do you know how many teen moms have been created by Teen Mom
or how many episodes of The Wire has robbed us of high school phenoms
but rather than dream on, we'd rather cling on
to another's sweat and success and use it as a crutch to lean on
watching their every life decision, thinking they pawns when we pawns
cause aint no reason in hell you should be up 2am watching ping pong
your being manipulated and you don't even know it

Conformity
I truly wish that I could tell you I avoided the trap
see my individuality makes me apart of a pack
a target at that, but I hardly have a mark on my cap
they just invent seductive ways to try calling me back
I've been to that other plane, it almost caused me to crack
I'm a survivor of the system, mind partly intact

01-06-2025, 03:18 AM	#11
Lindel Box Join Date: Dec 2018 Posts: 1,141 Rep Power: 0	From birth, we decide to follow a standard we've accepted as right the views of another's sight, therefore we've rejected the light obscured eyes become a faulty source of the lessons they write fictitious stories fed to us as a reflection of life Am I to believe that these Happy Days of Our Lives lead to Wonder Years? and that Jason, not Dora and the Wonders Pets is the one to fear well I've said Candyman five hundred fifty-five times still no one's appeared can't get my child to listen, yet everyday Spongebob's in their fuckin ear but I left my imagination in Foster's Home, what remains is a cautious soul innocent lives taken everyday at the hands of your Paw Patrol it was the same in my youth... I too was distracted by our square friend's tales then poison powder ushered in by the mail man and I was too busy focusing on becoming quail man until I realized that the sands of life keep flowing when the tale ends so your stories are only half truths with no tellings of the tail end I'm sayin, if Monica's marriage fails, are Ross and Chandler still Friends? as the reels spin, our attention's the Deadliest Catch they can reel in how could you ever expect to learn The Facts of Life without grasping life in Hell's Kitchen, chin inches above the assassin's knife the Empire has made us peasants, The Walking Dead, simply zombified victims of a sublime design, a stagnant flock in the fathers eyes we have corruption running rampant and other actual scandals buried under who sits and stands for your national anthem these Tom and Jerry games you play, all your laughable antics we watch the news seeking the truth and find the facts that you planted listen... you cant cover up What's Happening on the bottom just cause you name a show Good Times and The First 48 is never the first 48 of any hood crime the struggle for Power is real, but every man cut from that cloth knows that the power's in steel still us surrendering our viewership leaves power instilled all of you couch potatoes are food for the taking, you fools have been Taken opened your home without establishing any Rules of Engagement your consciousness forever trapped within their tools of containment on the Outer Limits of reality, the cruelest of places your overseer ever watching, not the usual face the ones who brought you there were puppets, merely used and replaced ... do you know how many teen moms have been created by Teen Mom or how many episodes of The Wire has robbed us of high school phenoms but rather than dream on, we'd rather cling on to another's sweat and success and use it as a crutch to lean on watching their every life decision, thinking they pawns when we pawns cause aint no reason in hell you should be up 2am watching ping pong your being manipulated and you don't even know it Conformity I truly wish that I could tell you I avoided the trap see my individuality makes me apart of a pack a target at that, but I hardly have a mark on my cap they just invent seductive ways to try calling me back I've been to that other plane, it almost caused me to crack I'm a survivor of the system, mind partly intact