Contaminate/slaves of society

Infect the world with my views and mind,

Controversial, seen as unkind,

Harsh and stinging as chemical-burnt skin,

But not guilty of your sort of sin,

Contaminate the world to make people see,

The hypnotised slaves of society that they're getting to be,

We could throw off the chains and shakles of the media and be free

If only you'd use your scarred and dust-caked eyes to see.


The End

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