Making history is being fooled by the rules that have been spewed
Thinking straight like a whirlwind breaking waves for status
Nothingness in a world full of likes and thumbs, so dumb
Talking about things we can’t see or understand makes everything blind
Hearing voices sing and talk like masters of sound in clouds full of mist
Being neutral is taking the line of offence in a world of lies
We are younger, getting older every time we blink and lay down
In a universe that dreams in colours and sounds of nature, we are born
Mothers and fathers line up for money and fame; there’s no shame
Tomorrow is a wish, not a promise in a timeline that is corrupt and broken
For amusement, I close my eyes and listen to the voices wonder about the route
Is there more reason to reason about the thoughts we think
When did the average become a norm for the regular Joe
I don’t understand the mind-control that caused us all to go insane
My game has started years from here, but back into there, you see
Retreating is freedom from the holdup for the drill in the world of fools
Slaves or not, it is the connection that makes us behave like a slave
We are so deep in this line of fire we smell the shit on the plates
The words hit home hard and obvious direct in your brain
This is the deep shit
Angel Rob / Mr. Mind
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