We're Being Played.

They sacrifice profundity for the sake of performance

Meaning overtaken by Manic Motion.

Restless Rhythm dictates and Replaces Reason

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Just a way for the Big Money Giants that Back them to get even. 

I saw the way we speak and perceive affected by it 

The goals we seek Influenced by the fluid poison that runs through it.

accompanying music That ruins it.

All the Privileged voices speaking about Struggle 

when Affluence is the only tongue they re fluent in

More of the meaningless garbage clouding my speakers

Pausing every minute 

To pointlessly ponder on all the

Lines that were just nonsense. 

Mindless consumption 

Undermining Purpose. 

Hour after Hour

rendered Worthless. 

Not knowing that if you don't wake up

You can Be the Judge that passes your own sentence.

The Jury that Victimises Villainy

You can be The Choir master that disrupts your own symphony

You can Be The Audience that laughs 

And the Clown

Of your own Circus.

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Who knew that one day you could fuel your own futility.

They call it Personalised Entertainment. 

You re every cog that runs this money machine. 

You re Every button that starts it.

 You re every power switch, every algorithm derived. 

You're the Rhyme thats there For no Reason. 

You re the demanding voice that engineered it.

You re every millionth click that Steers it.

And yet you carry no conscience,

 unburdened by the sheer guilt. 

Idealising a Lifestyle and Names that supposedly should represent something. 

The more you grab it the more it costs till you re in debt for nothing. 

I watched Frames that could ve said way more get Shortened

And I peeled my eyes open for Empty Elongated seconds that dragged on. 

So much Scope in nothing but Spectacle, doctored. 

Every message that's deceptively offered 

Is nothing but Prejudice. 

Ignoring the story of my own reality, affirmed by my senses

in favor of the way it was told through foreign lenses

The More you fixate the more it breaks you. 

The more you view it, the more it shapes your worldview, through and through. 

point of view of the few becomes the Voice of many. 

I tried to break out of the cycle that altered the way I see things

Thought I was captivated when I was just captured plainly. 

Trapped in it vainly. 

Encaged for sure yet Engaged with it daily.

Taking comfort In the way it enraged me.

And little by little the Rythms displaced me. 

The voice of reason ringing in my mind, but faintly.

Telling me I had to run or else the spiral would choke me.

I had to run or else all the noise would drown me.

And fleeing from all the chaos I ve found you, just as you found me.