We’ll All Fall Down
In a pet shop behind glass
A little animal dying on display
Life…
Mass produced for consumption
Life…
Living toys that better play
But it doesn’t mater
No need to ask questions when all you have to do is behave
From the cradle to the grave
Shame…
Shame on the fool that believes what he’s shown
Shame on him twice as he thinks what he’s told
Shame on us all, swept away by the crowd
Oh carefree, sweet people, silent is that sound
Of a world which crumbles and collapses, as we all fall down
For shame on these circumstances
But what can you do as a number trapped in masses
Prisoners of life, lost to warning signs and law-abiding passages
The mall is your birth right in the land of rationalism
An obligation to buy or die, as we all fall down
Shame on the needy
The third world wants to sell their children for your TV
But the neighbor has two so he’s more human than you
Reality being; the admirable are greedy
But who am I to speak of shame, when the situation is all under control
Here in the gray land, where the concrete forests grow
All of Earth shall be paved over, held together by cement and wads of bubble gum
A shame it is not to be proud
There will be hard ground, as we all fall down
But what is shame when you have money to eat
A noteworthy bribe, life; easy, effective, affordable and cheap
No need to worry when all are kept in check
The human automatons, machines need not replace us after all
Lost souls of the rat race that float past drive through windows, comfort is the mall
There is an unwritten passage somewhere in a bathroom stall; we’ll all fall down
In a pet shop behind glass
A little animal died on display
Life…
Has no place if it can’t function
Life…
Has a price you’d better pay
But why does it matter
No need to ask questions, it is best that you behave
If you’d like to see tomorrow and get through today
Shame…
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Tiny children of chance that proudly boast an afterlife
Why so fearful of death then?
Trapped on a world cast in asphalt, and drowning in plastic
The gray planet
Modern suffocation
Sophisticated and efficient
Lost to pattern and routine
Air-conditioned oxygen
And fabricated families
Life, perfected and deformed
Into a higher standard…
It doesn’t mater to me
I think I died at birth
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Fade gently…
Self induced extinction and destructive tendencies.
Painting methane skies and boiling seas.
You see, it doesn’t matter if we all die,
Since no one else would know.
After all, we where just another dot in the sky.
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Secret defiance! I found a spark of life…
Seditious verse, hidden between concrete cracks,
And decorated by shards of broken glass.
In solitude, a flower considered a way to grow.
As a colorful impostor, occupying the corner of Gray Grove.
“Progress makes strangers of us all.” I told it,
As the stop-light declared it time to go.
