Picture perfect models fill our magazines
Eating disorders and drugs fill the teen scene...
So the axemen fell trees on our houses,
Dusting our streets with their black horses...
All i see is this vicious hollywood machine
glittery shiny actors on a big colorful screen...
History is a myth that sustains
our justification for all...
Deep inside, there is another me;
Desperately pleading, waiting to be free...
Don't be cruel
You and I good being...
Please tell me why capitalism is good?
The rich get richer...
I seem average, fairly normal
Sitting amidst this selection of the shop...
I wish I was a bird sometimes,
They can go anywhere they want...
People are like animals
That's how we are treated...
Are you out of your mind?
I was just being kind...
Like that annoying little tingle,
As wind rushes past your ear...