Home from work but still not free
My mind has just been wringed out
Of its juices
They’ve been used to produce some more inane shit
Ladies and gentlemen this is not what I call happiness
Is it so blasphemous to want to do something besides
Stare at this square screen
type away at robot speed
All the while daydreaming
Of another life and time
And then you wonder why
we have to pop
3 pills a day and 4 cups of coffee
The combination sounds to me like a recipe for failure
Of the soul to elevate out of its meager means
And yet it’s the way of life in which we believe
Security is easier than facing uncertainty
And stagnancy is better than risking rejection
So we work ourselves to the bone
Day in and day out
and at night when the sun sleeps
we still feel we’ve done nothing
“when the sun sleeps”
what about the people, what about the people
what about the heart, what about the heart
the soul is slowly dying, dying
drowning in the drone
the everyday drone
drowning in the drone
Theres been a fuse
The resistors acting up cuz my mind has been abused
From serving the man all day
Between that and sleep when do I have
The time to be with me
Finally
At the dead of night, here I am again
Mind hollow eyes sunken
Fingers limp and weak
Wondering what to write about
What to say unique
It’s a project I wish I could take
a path that’s seldom taken
Conventional society tells you there’s no contribution
A waste of time when you could be
Developing machinery
To further estrange, derange
And diminish our place
in the man vs. machine debate
but creating monsters of illusion is worthwhile to infuse consumer
egos and corporations pockets
intent only on profits
how to live beyond the dollar
it seems everyones forgotten
what about the people, what about the people
what about the heart, what about the heart
the soul is slowly dying, dying
drowning in the drone
the everyday drone
drowning in the drone
I get up for air for a minute
And its in it that I realize
im only at the beginning
of reaching a deep potential
a barren land to get cultivated in soul
Multiplying and inspiring
us mere mortals
Capable of so much more
And yet expended for a few
extra dollars for a slew
of already rich dudes
Sacrificing lives to serve the wannabe kings
Instead of expressing and being, giving,receiving
Seeing deep within
connecting with ourselves
And what gives us reason to survive
Is all hope gone for a better life
As we get more hypnotized
By happiness in future days
As we lose ourselves today
what about the people, what about the people
what about the heart, what about the heart
the soul is slowly dying, dying
drowning in the drone
the everyday drone
drowning in the drone
