Society has lied to you.
Through smiling friends.
Through caring family.
Through supportive lovers.
Each of them have had,
A part to play.
Like A board member of Philip Morris – he might very well be
A mass murderer, but his hands are always clean, and educated.
The board member does know – the cigarette kills.
But he goes to work everyday.
Convincing himself, he doesn’t have a direct hand
In the extermination.
The people around you. You know who – all of them.
they each play their veiled roles as part of the grand illusion.
They take on the role of inevitable assassins.
They genuinely believe they are helping you.
Haven’t they asked you to take it easy in life?
Play safe. Play by the rules. Don’t break the rules.
The rules, the rules, the fuking rules.
Who the fuck set them?
Did they not tell you, be like him,
Be like her, be decent, be clean,
Be this be that, oh for fuck sake,
Did they ever tell you to be you?
You tried din’t you? You sly little fox.
You tried to be you. And you liked it.
Deep down you still crave for it.
But they – the blind – they don’t like that.
And why? You ask. Why dont they like it?
I don’t know, I ain’t a saint. But,
I know that society treated them,
The way it is treating you.
And society won, it increased its belly size
By one. It swallowed your mom, it increased by two.
Your dad, by three. Your lover by four. And finally,
Will you let it take you under? And make the score five?
Tough shit, I know. That the people
You love most, turn out to be
The heaviest anchors,
grounding you to earth.
But you need to break free, you miserable mayfly.
Stop whining about it. Most people
Hold morals in life simple because they are afraid.
They are petty excuses.
Sometimes the rules must be broken.
The stern of society must be
Turned to your musing. Some rules are in place
Because Society is wary of people like you – Resting Beasts.
But, don’t hate them. After all,
They are the only set of people you have.
They still are, and always will be – family.
Don’t hate, please, do not!
Push them aside – for now.
Go on about your journey, alone.
Do you, motherfuker, do you.
Once you have helped yourself, help them – you must.
They need your help.
They want your help.
They must get what society
Has denied them all along – a free life.
They need you to step up,
Go out, bleed, win and come back in.
And take their hand,
And go back out.
You do that, then the world is yours.
You do that, then the society is a little better.
You do that, somebody else soon does that.
You do that, the world will do that.
So, start right now. Take stock
Of the shitty situation that is your life.
Ask yourself, are you, to the best of your knowledge, yourself?
Or, are you, to the culpability of your stupidity, someone else?
thought so, Motherfuker.
