A Song To End The Party

Here's a song to end the party
'Cause I don't want to see anybody
Even the signs of God Almighty
Can't calm the storm inside me

I'm quite aware about modern poetry
It's all about smoking weed and drinking whiskey
You're cool, you are so trendy
But let me leave this rotten party

Most readers are narrow minded
The more they read the more they get blinded
Tons of books but they gain nothing
They don't even try to get the hidden meanings

They tied my hands
They washed your brains
What was my name
I hate this game

There's a lack of imagination
We get huge amounts of useless information
It seems our brain is working, but hardly
Social media kicks us badly

We always delay our missions
We're afraid to make final decisions
We imitate, we copy, copy, copy
We're used to smiling when we're unhappy

They tied my hands
They washed your brains
What was my name
I hate this game

They tied my hands
They washed your brains
What was my name
I hate this game

They tied my hands
They washed your brains
What was my name

And who am I
To change this game