The Pit

Tied up just below
You know I think you know
Lacerated those who came before
Silence the majority again

Leaves you breathless
The burden of knowing why
When machines dictate response
They tell you not to feel

I’ve seen it grow
I really thought we could
Be a little more then just a census
Numbers on a blank page

There is no pride
Only illusions to consider
Undone by greedy little people
As it’s always done

Who is the cause
Who tells you what to be
Who told you to share the wealth

It’s the expense
It’s something to see
It’s decided before the fall

You only capture
You only serve until death
You have no rights and never did

Nothing is alright
Nothing is what it seems
Nothing kills better then apathy