This one goes out to modern society

Where the 1% is the new democracy

And the individual suffocates on their silent screams

Standing in the line that conformity streams

 

We’re stuck in a cycle of hypocrisy

Asphyxiating on the vomit of insincerity

Our teeth cracking on the gag that fills the collective mouth

Everything seems to be heading south

 

Beauty is bliss marinated in pain

It’s the ability to express without refrain

 

Thanks, Society, for this breeding ground of distrust

Where human interaction has long since begun to rust

Every morning we have to paint on our poker face

Just so we’re not disqualified from the human race

 

Rats, running around looking for the cheese

We’re force-fed the lies that our life does seize

We value capitalism, consumerism and imperialism

We’re strapping our arms shooting ourselves up with every fu**ing kind of –ism

 

What about love, hope and camaraderie?

I guess we’re stuck in this rhyming hegemony

We’ve waved goodbye to compassion, trust and care

Our hearts are left medium-rare

 

We’re stuck on the human ego of superiority

Looking down on all the other organisms in their inferiority

Yet we’re the ones constantly finding ways to stab each other in the back

When they live every day for the good of the pack

 

Beauty is acceptance and the genuine desire

To lift each other up and to inspire

 

Excuse me, abuse me, f**k me from behind

Isn’t that the mentality you want me to keep in my mind?

You put down all these rules to try to keep me in line

Their audacity and stupidity just end up blowing my mind

 

The government does nothing but blow the corporations

That constantly send out their tidy little notifications

Saying “Sorry, you’re no longer able to feed your families

We’re sending your livlihood to some destitute mother fu**er from over-seas”

 

Beauty is where there is no famine of body or spirit

Our collective conscience, it’s about time we clear it

 

These straps that hold me in this conventional bondage

Are so fu**ing tight blood weeps from the clear cut message

Every year they cinch in a little more

Forcing me to be the big man’s gimped little whore

 

They have us trapped in an unavoidable cage

Even when we try to jump off the shopper’s stage

We all know we can never fully escape

Is this our species’ intended fate?

 

Beauty is the access to human rights

Without the “undesirables” being lost in the unnecessary fights

 

Creativity used to flow through these fingertips

But they’ve been amputated and used to sew together my questioning lips

Haven’t you heard mutilation is the name of today’s game?

Don’t you know not everyone’s supposed to be the same?

 

We’re beaten, abused and made to feel weak

And told we just have to turn the other cheek

While the elite swim in our blood, sweat and tears

Feeding into and off the common man’s fears

 

Beauty is a state of perception

But we’re lost in a world of deception