We only see what we want to see.
We act like others want us to.
The puppeteer is always controlling me.
All this feels like déjà vu.
Strings attached to the pure soul that used to be.
Submission has left me blue.
He towers over me, face of greed.
The representation of no truth.
My brain is washed by bad society.
Rid of animation, stripped of youth.
We are blind, I agree.
We stand in line; follow in suit.
We only see what we want to see.
