Society is killing me.
This is right
This is wrong
This is new
This is old
This is skinny
This is fat
You have to be an idiot
not to know that.
But who are they to judge?
Are there certain rules?
Who decides what the boundaries are?
Well... We’re not allowed to choose.
And yet —
we follow them
Like stunned, blank—minded sheep.
We seem to have a will no more
We’ve been pushed in too deep.
Or have we been sucked in?
Following a piece of string
Pulled into a trap, like quicksand
Following their every whim.
So you tell me
Whats wrong and right
What’s old and new
What weight young girls should be.
Tell me that I’m an idiot —
Tell me so I see!
Open my eyes,
To your web of lies —
Help me understand!
Teach me all your petty rules
So that maybe, finally
I’ll understand that game called life
And wake up
from reality.
(2012)
Society is making us live in a fake world - everything around us : what possessions you should own, who you should look up to, how you should look...But who decides these things? Who said that being "in reality" is wrong? Why are there different "cults" of people grouped together by their status in society, the way they dress, the music they listen to? All of it comes down to two things : Money and the Media.
On the other hand, it's up to us as well, as individuals to put our foot down and protest. We are allowing ourselves to be led along and that is the problem.
So, who is the real villain here?
You tell me.
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