We're all wearing masks
In the real world
And in my dreams
To avoid showing our inner screams
The government tells us
How to behave and live
They tell us that
There's a lot of good things they give
They give us masks
To put on our faces
To hide the dissatisfaction
To make us a mechanical human
The government tells us
How to behave and live
They tell us that
There's a lot of good things they give
Unification, that's what they want
They want us to live
Without being able to breathe
Our own breath
No fun, no art
No emotions, no hearts
They tell us we're one beating heart
But that heart is poked by shards
The government tells us
How to behave and live
They tell us that
There's a lot of good things they give
No rebellious teenagers
No rebels at all
No uniqueness
No life left to die on
The government tells us
How to behave and live
They tell us that
There's a lot of good things they give
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Depraved Lullabies
Poetrythe thing he'd die for he dies by These are the depraved lullabies from my dreams. - this poetry collection is featured on @StoriesUndiscovered! READ AT OWN RISK CONTAINS TRIGGER WARNING TOPICS
