Ongoing lack of credentials plague my dreams
Experts are saying I haven’t got what it takes
The odds are stacked in favour of the game players
The strait laced, ignorant, university fakes
New ideas are crushed at the onset of birth
Potential solutions are given no room to breathe
The old pack hunts down the brightest amongst us
To forcefully explain the time has come to leave
Before we are born, we are put back to sleep
Before we can rise our wings are shot down in flames
Before we are free, we are told what to believe
Before we can see our perceptions are tamed
I now live a weak-willed subservient lifestyle
Luciferic professors’ inventions have won
Science has conquered the freewill of the people
Now no-one is allowed to have any fun
Dignified pleasantries cover the truth with lies
The onslaught is tightened to maximise effect
Doublespeak pours from the criminal insane
To ensure that they are the champions elect
Before we are cream, we are one of the sheep
Before we can shine our hopes are dashed in the rain
Before we are dead, we are a walking corpse
Before we can love our life, lessons are pain
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