modern day slaves
bottom of the totem pole
pyramids with glass walls
men with crowns made with bows
hailing to the brave souls
that walk the streets peddling dreams
like old scrolls written by trolls
trolls that do what they are told
mindless mimes with no voice
made a choice
to stay cold
heartless brains controlling your thoughts until you're old
you can cross a bridge today for free
tomorrow you pay your toll
look up when you pass by
you will see kings waving up at the sky
waiting for the change of money made by what you sold
you spent your days trying to climb
like a fool making pennies at a time
no leather on your skin
you take the hook on the chin
smile with a loss
don't know how to win
steeples made by sheeple
said to defy them is a sin
fine line between
you
and them
you just too blind to see it
you got no choice if you stay sleeping
dreaming without destination is an underachievement
you doubt yourself everyday
if told to pick up a rock in order to pray
you would collect pebbles til your pants fall off
because they weigh
you say to yourself this can't be the way
day to day
i will beat them someday
chances are if you climb far enough
you too will wear crowns made of bows
so stop sleeping with your eyes open
always be aware even when its rough
or you already lost