Wake-up, face-wash, food intake, dress up, smile on, keep calm & carry on – a punch of day-to-dayness, bipeds swarming streets of greyness, focused and aimless, meaningless
Ants responding to a subconscious sense of duty, never mutiny, always mute, head down, fear of scrutiny, analized – yea, you got it right - talked into unconsciousness, speeding on the fast line
We put up shields against consciousness
When consciousness is the only freedom left
The new liberalism (read ‘neoliberalism’, ndr) is the new enslavement
volunteer at the fornt of the market
Yea that’s a dream I know all too well
But I am such stuff as dreams are made on, a’righ’?
Neoliberalism is nothing new, it’s old, someone told you already, goldman’s talk is ready, and there’s no freedom either, yo, top gets higher and higher, the rest lie there, face down in the mire, Aye, sir!
Conscience been suppressed, compressed, all the distress would regress if only we gave it a chance, yo, but reality is heart-wrenching, only thing left is clenching the tangible, entrenched to make life standable
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