We’ll All Fall Down<\/p>\n
In a pet shop behind glass
\nA little animal dying on display
\nLife…
\nMass produced for consumption
\nLife…
\nLiving toys that better play
\nBut it doesn’t mater
\nNo need to ask questions when all you have to do is behave
\nFrom the cradle to the grave<\/p>\n
Shame…<\/p>\n
Shame on the fool that believes what he’s shown
\nShame on him twice as he thinks what he’s told
\nShame on us all, swept away by the crowd
\nOh carefree, sweet people, silent is that sound
\nOf a world which crumbles and collapses, as we all fall down<\/p>\n
For shame on these circumstances
\nBut what can you do as a number trapped in masses
\nPrisoners of life, lost to warning signs and law-abiding passages
\nThe mall is your birth right in the land of rationalism
\nAn obligation to buy or die, as we all fall down<\/p>\n
Shame on the needy
\nThe third world wants to sell their children for your TV
\nBut the neighbor has two so he’s more human than you
\nReality being; the admirable are greedy
\nBut who am I to speak of shame, when the situation is all under control
\nHere in the gray land, where the concrete forests grow
\nAll of Earth shall be paved over, held together by cement and wads of bubble gum
\nA shame it is not to be proud
\nThere will be hard ground, as we all fall down<\/p>\n
But what is shame when you have money to eat
\nA noteworthy bribe, life; easy, effective, affordable and cheap
\nNo need to worry when all are kept in check
\nThe human automatons, machines need not replace us after all
\nLost souls of the rat race that float past drive through windows, comfort is the mall
\nThere is an unwritten passage somewhere in a bathroom stall; we’ll all fall down<\/p>\n
In a pet shop behind glass
\nA little animal died on display
\nLife…
\nHas no place if it can’t function
\nLife…
\nHas a price you’d better pay
\nBut why does it matter
\nNo need to ask questions, it is best that you behave
\nIf you’d like to see tomorrow and get through today<\/p>\n
Shame…<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
Tiny children of chance that proudly boast an afterlife
\nWhy so fearful of death then?
\nTrapped on a world cast in asphalt, and drowning in plastic
\nThe gray planet
\nModern suffocation
\nSophisticated and efficient
\nLost to pattern and routine
\nAir-conditioned oxygen
\nAnd fabricated families
\nLife, perfected and deformed
\nInto a higher standard…
\nIt doesn’t mater to me
\nI think I died at birth<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
Fade gently…
\nSelf induced extinction and destructive tendencies.
\nPainting methane skies and boiling seas.
\nYou see, it doesn’t matter if we all die,
\nSince no one else would know.
\nAfter all, we where just another dot in the sky.<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
Secret defiance! I found a spark of life…
\nSeditious verse, hidden between concrete cracks,
\nAnd decorated by shards of broken glass.
\nIn solitude, a flower considered a way to grow.
\nAs a colorful impostor, occupying the corner of Gray Grove.
\n“Progress makes strangers of us all.” I told it,
\nAs the stop-light declared it time to go.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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