Började skriva på en liten dikt eller kanske "diktskriven lyrik" till en låt..Detta är dock bara skissen..
a life in frames, structured by masks
unforgiven souls, hiding the past
silent hallways, heads dragged on the floor
all the same faces, soulless and poor
cybersociety, hypnotized and slaved
routine and routine and routine again
gray and framed, life's just a game
the big boss is watchin' you,
with his eye's so ashame
you cant slide from his sight
his hands will reach you wherever you hide
his creation, manufactured by hate
programmed to gain, made to obey
listen to the sirens, screaming so loud
thick-smoke-covering our blue-sky with clouds
puppetmasters controlling the topic of needs
freeminded people lost their freedom of speech
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