Nice!
We can’t see past the reflections
Written and created by producers
Selling lies from their silver screens
Projecting fear and disharmony
Turning lives into hollow screams
They follow her and pick at her
They antagonize her and berate her
They feed her lines to use as hers
Then they tell her she is brilliant
And inoculate her and call it a cure
They pick through the garbage
Covering rust with painted gold
Giving it to poor beggars in need
They are magicians repurposing rot
Seeking glory for their good deed
Let me tell you what I think; my rave
About the deceptive ways they enslave
Teaching our children to grow and behave
Creating social norms with their evil ways
Leaving us empty with addictions to crave
It’s about time, dontcha think?
We start creating a better kind of truth
It’s been far too long since we’ve heard
Just how worthwhile living can…
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