Zombies

Just to be clear I hate, how the audience is eating up, the garbage they be feeding 'em Music is such a waste, all their lyrics are a laughing stop, I hear it and I can't be stopped Listen to what they say, its demeaning of all women, and they preach it to the children like Sex is a game to play, now my generation sees it, as a never changing freedom Mainstream, wavelengths, I try to be against the grain but the other side of me is dipped in shame, even if I Break free, safely, listeners'll be consumed, never needed proof, to see the truth but I watch as They scream, "save me" without even knowing, their thinking is broken They're media zombies in need of a potion So reach for the remedy, toast to their legacy, poisoning music with toxins like chemistry Everything crumbles eventually, when you start questioning, I'll be there rewiring your memory Pulsing, radio waves, punching your ear drums, dissolving into your bloodstream Sucking, individuality from the particles in your brain cells The, angel, in you fights to dry its wings from infection But you can't change hell, when you don't even know, you're burning Just to be clear I hate, how the audience is eating up, the garbage they be feeding 'em Music is such a waste, all their lyrics are a laughing stop, I hear it and I can't be stopped Listen to what they say, its demeaning of all women, and they preach it to the children like Sex is a game to play, now my generation sees it, as a never changing freedom Reality's coming and going, they want to be different but nothing is showing They suckers for hope, they like who to believe in, they jump in the boat without looking for reason They shouldn't be breathing They lacking a brain wave, looking for a passion to maintain Same fate, wait, 'till a public figure walks into your life and then you do whatever they say It's puppet control, look at the tunes that be up in your phone Suffering souls, loving the show, but the only shame is that none of them know Sucking the hose, like an umbilical chord, I try cutting it but they have healing disorders Imprisoned and cornered, oblivious torture, the grass is so green but they live on the border Mind control, puppet strings, hooked to your soul Free as that angel, but the pilot your wings The muffled screams of your subconscious longing to breath It seems, that you, are caught in between Just to be clear I hate, how the audience is eating up, the garbage they be feeding 'em Music is such a waste, all their lyrics are a laughing stop, I hear it and I can't be stopped Listen to what they say, its demeaning of all women, and they preach it to the children like Sex is a game to play, now my generation sees it, as a never changing freedom