[Verse 1] Eyes glued to the screen, the helpless mind stuck in a dream The televisions teaching you lies, but its all you believe Pick up a dictionary maybe and see what you can read Idealogical nonsense is all you seem to really conceive Its disasterous I dont know how you can even look past this The raptures rationality blasting And burning the minds pasteurs Im hungry and Im yearning And Im looking for answers Im boutta walk up in the white house Like Yo, did you plan this? Indoctrinations slipping under ice and searching It bleeds Through the surface Serving its maniacal purpose The birthing of servants Making all of man kind worthless Impacting earth to the point where were Tossing kids in the furnace It seems like well never learn Deteriorating logic Sitting, pleading, dying Nearly dissolved in the urn Im growing concern As to how well fully adapt When the roads are paved in wire And microchips are in our backs Yeah [Chorus x2] Im telling you to listen to me Theres more there than what you already see Forming and shaping to what they taught you to be That aint me, Ill die fighting before they make me believe [Verse 2] Drowning in the waters A dying lake of deceit I cant breathe Im seeing shadows capturing me Envisioning leaves Falling from the upswept trees Painted gently with brush strokes Of violet and green In the light I see a hope from A sea of beliefs Sunk deep through the screen Of a monotonous scheme It relieves the pressure Gathering between Poorly woven knees I reopen my eyes to a shattered belief A scream is all that seems to pour From the top of it, swallowing All strong doubts, kept inside me Found crouched, in the pride of me Books bound, with biology Probably imposing apologies As theyre written in chronology Igniting poetic noveltys Throughout the history Weve made on this earth Only strong minds rewind time And redefine all our words A simple structure built so that We can evolve from and learn Reimagined in vivid life And placed into dirt [Chorus x2] Im telling you to listen to me Theres more there than what you already see Forming and shaping to what they taught you to be That aint me, Ill die fighting before they make me believe
shaping, forming, idealogical, upswept, belief