What if I told you that all you see
Is the product of a social disease,
Where you’re domesticated and conditioned to believe
Everything without questioning,
Your natural reaction would be to refute it
You’d say you are your own person,
But I ask you can you prove it,
We obey what our parents, teachers and masters say
We live a life we’re expected to each day,
Like the subservient good people
We remember to follow the rules,
Even though we know our masters are fools,
Polluting our minds and exploiting us
We comply with little or no fuss,
Then we sit in groups decrying our lot
Moaning and whining but doing nothing to stop,
Of living a life of repeating the same mundane day,
While missing out the chance to escape and breakaway.
fauxcroft 
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