BlindedBlindedThey monopolize on the criesOf the generation whose soulsAre digitized and synthesizedTheir minds terrorized by allThe spoon-fed bullshit liesWhen will we realize Much to our ignorant, emotionless surpriseWe are the ones with blinded eyesby Jacob C Dillon
IllusionIllusionHere is to the Paint by Number People who dwellIn their own hyper colored hellWandering with brainless sanityWrapped in their silicone vanity.Haunted by their prepackaged thoughtsWatch as their recycled soul rotsWhen will they start to listen to their wilted dreamsThis hell is not what it seemsWhen will they realizeIt is just a pack of liesTheir own lucid delusionIs just one big fucking ILLUSIONBy Jacob C Dillon
CableCable WhoreThey sell their soulsAt the end of remote controlsBecoming pay-preview livestockOn the prime time auction blockSold to the highest bidderAs they eat their TV dinnersSuffocated in the multi-channel seaLost in their own mindless tranquilityEvery night begging for moreThey become a cable whoreJacob C Dillon
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