Babble

You walk in a million
holding yourself as pillion
when you realise you're only alone
you fake that smile,flash those teeth
emotions that really resemble a wreath
when you realise you're nothing but a clone

you're breaking from your shackles
and you hear the soul that crackles
when probably u think you've reached home
and all your foes and friends
are nothing but mere fiends
and you're feeling like a tiny little gnome

you're a glorified slave to the grind
for that big cheese rind
it really ends up feeding your home
and then greed fills your senses
like dogs jumping fences
to fight for the juicy bone


you please the masses but not yourself
you're loaded with power but in need of help
not an angel,so what if you're dressed in white
you turn a simple man into a piece of chess
work that his life would turn into a mess
lesson that you learned in school was spite

broking for peace but never really wanted some
hiding within your religious fundamentalism
you realize you rule nothing but the masses
the masses who proclaim themselves as dumb
waiting for an unbigoted power to come
and you shall soon live as carcasses