To Conform

    
 
 
 
There's a bass drum
that rumbles  
through the dumb
clouds at night  
red bricks crumble
early dawning light
visible now becoming  
what is somehow
less of a something
we're falling down
to the ground, ghost town  
surroundings  
 
 
Why are we  
self destructive
to an inner hell  
production
the gel , the suction
has fell to failed induction
our minds are a fraction
we're blind
thinking we're active
we live this life  
each others captive
on wine swallowing tablets  
 
 
 
There's the media type  
or the milligram habits
whichever you like  
it's alright  
because they passed it  
the norms are social  
plastics
through reform  
of control tactics  
we're born into  
a package  
the fact is  
we carry their  
baggage