somewhere in the middle
the sides close in
the time then starts
for the world to end
crushed into a cube
processed, conformist
dont look back, you might see the plan
you cant see that which
has opressed you
taken you to shame
you can not do
that which might place blame
you can not be a minority
be the lesser more
because you will be crushed
like all of those before
who have tried to get away
they failed; as will we
there is no point
in trying to be free
they have you
whether you like it or not
weather you know it or not
it doesnt matter;
you conform
because if you dont
you will become the norm
alone, you shall never be
and just like that
you will never be free
to ideas your own
bought and sold
to you, unknown
until you are told
then it's too late
you might as well integrate
be like the rest
there is hope no more
there is no test
that you can pass
to be rid of them
they will ensue to the last;

there is no hope,
but for few
who ignore to conform
those ones like you
who fear nothing
but the opression you are taught
who will fight
even when they know they may not
win the battle they've set out to win
but pave the way
so the destruction can begin
of those that opress
to take them down
to make them less

lesser more?
more or less.
rise to meet the occasion?
or occasion to rise and meet?
meet the oppresion
win the war
for those ahead
fear no more...
you shall be heard
without being marketed
you shall have free will
without being targeted...
you will know nothing of this evil...
you shall become the lesser more.

12/28/2001

Posted on 12/28/2001
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