Mass Manipulated Soul CuttersMature

You started to bloom

When your conscience said “Too soon”

Put out of tune with the emotions that led to your heart’s doom

And I can only assume

Your confusion is eating you up

All that you have, is contrary to what you want

So you cut your soul

Out

Out

Out

Out

 

A paper heart in the shape of a unicorn

Busted and broken with the beat of self-harm

Mentally emotional you hide all the scars

And smile, meanwhile the machine gnaws at what’s left of your pretty little innocence

Guided by a LCD screen selling you mascara to cover the watery spasms of your eyes

 

All that you have, is contrary to what you want

So you cut your soul

Out

Out

Out

Out

 

The gateway to your life is open but you do not hold the key

Plastic surgery is sold to infants starting at age 3

The mass manipulation of the entire nation

Begins with the inner struggle of you and me

 

To be accepted

Loved

And not rejected

We cut our souls

Out

Out

Out

No I won’t!

 

I refuse to use the surgeons scalpel

To cut open a heart to repair a single blood vessel!

And I refuse to accept the bahhhhing of the flock

I’m not an animal, I’m a human not ready to drop!

“Cookie cutter would be better to cut our souls!” STOP!

 

The primal essence of life is beating, can’t you see?

It is in the forests, in the wind that animates the trees

And in the animals that populate that hidden grove

It’s right fucking there and no one bothers to know

That vitamin D is in the sun, and that it could help your depression!

 

Stop using excuses mass manipulation shows you

Watch the moon, shut the electronics off and come back next afternoon

Break free or lose your own self liberty

To those who would demolish all sense of your personality

I can’t be like that

I’m sorry for the verbal poisonous spat

But my life sucks, and I’m trying to change it stat

 

I see all you broken bodies lying dormant across the web of ideas, lost I’m sure

Doesn’t the water wake you up anymore?

Cut the cord to your television and love thyself

I have, and I’ve heard quite enough.

“Cookie cutter would be better to cut our souls!” STOP!

The End

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