Why I NEED to Change the World
My future is an apocalypse
an accident waiting to happen
and I would rather die
Before it has the chance to kill me
My future is oppression
A monster I'm afraid of
Because I'm not sure
if I can fight it
not sure which I'm feeling more:
homicidal or suicidal
This world is ruled by humans
Who've lost their humanity
because when they see you
all they see is numbers, and colours and quantities
They tell you its right because its the law
But they're the ones that make the law
these judges sure ain't impartial
my body is a number, but my face has a name
But that only matters in birth, death, and fame
Everything has strings attached
To puppet masters with nothing beneath their masks
So here i stand at the end of the line
like a fish expelled from her pond
Gasping for the oxygen I require
despite the fact that I'm drowning in it
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