Slaves

Cold rainy days are tasteful
They make me sink on my high trips
Acting weird, acting cool
See the regular people in the streets
So different than I usually am
How can they be so damned?
Building their own fake reality
There is nothing but lost hopes

Walking in lines
Ordinary slaves
Poor smiling faces
They'll come undone

Inside four walls, they're in a cage
Becoming slave of the money
All I see are robots in human shapes
Same heels, same hair and face
Discussing love with the shrinks
They follow the lead of a bitch
Believe and enjoy the craps on TV
Am I still the creep here?

Walking in lines
Ordinary slaves
Poor smiling faces
They'll come undone

Making babies: Freaks!
Building future: Lost!
Think they’re right: Wrong!
Soul full of ego