I wish I was an addict
Sometimes I wish I was an addict
scattered in ongoing traffic attached with a caption of me snappin' my last action,
before cascading in a plastic
No more talkin'
No more auctions
I'm tired of my conscience
being convoluted with the nonsense
Always havin' to opt in with no options,
yellow tape wrapped around my fate
became my cape of caution
Welcome to the mirror talkin'
This is my introspection lurkin' with a puropse
seekingta' rearrange what's not workin',
my personal anti-virus is soul searchin'
Cerebral face-lifts' always felt urgent
Their judgement is my surgeon
eclipsing my surface
a gift-less service
The medicine isn't settlin' this unsettlin' sentiment
I can see through their malevolent endeavors
hidden behind each persuasive invasive letter,
A lever of truth was pulled in the booth,
a demon let loose
what can we do,
how can we move
aim ready shoot
were the words
governed for the loot.