We desire what we can’t acquire

Our needs fuelling the fire

Falling into our empty dreams

There is no end or so it seems

Every thought comes with a cost

Trying to find what was ours, now lost

Buried deep down somewhere

Hidden because we can’t bear

Too early to fight, too late to win

Can’t replace the rush of a sin

Junkies in our own civilized way

No black or white, everything is grey

At the mercy of those in power

No alternative, but to cower

We are just pawns in a global market

They sell an idea and we blindly buy it

Going through our robotic routines

Slavery in exchange for a few greens

There is no escape, no exit door

It has infected our minds, deep into the core

We try and change, at least some

Too distorted to undo what we’ve become

Living in denial muffling our rage

Doesn’t matter, we are just mannequins in a staged cage