Cut The Cord

Endless sorrow is fed to you
from a device into your mind. 
How to feel real when artificially confined? 
The untold pain of countless lies 
foment the fear of dying. 
The unwanted thoughts you have inside,
implanted doubts to make you afraid.
This world belongs to them.
They live we die.
The choice belongs to you.
Consume or cut the cord.
Break the cord that feed you pain.
Disengage the machine that turned you afraid.
Can't you see? In the end no one is saved. 
On all graves every flower left will rot.
Endless sadness infecting all. 
You have been lured into a cage
and you won't escape if you play their game.
Mind oppression serves the power 
as a way to keep you silent.
Through deceit they gain compliance.
You will think as they desire.
Bow your head and fall in line.
Fuck, produce and then you die.
Break your chains and get away 
from your miserable life.