Something's Not Ok

We spend more time in the traffic
Than with people that we love
We complain about being lonely
We're the reason we're cut off
So disgustingly obedient
Even when we should say something's not ok

We don't say a word about injustice
But we get angry for the game
And the people who live worse lives
Are the ones we solely blame
Being defined by eight hours out of
Twenty four and we cannot see that's not ok

Is it this world that has gone crazy or I'm insane?
Am I just another spoiled kid or is it right to complain?
When you see my puzzled look then you know I'm not insane
It's just clear to me that something's not ok

We put chains around our necks
And we built cages to enslave
Every single piece of nature
That we need to dominate
We always know someone's responsible
For all that's wrong, we never take the blame

We try to meet high expectations
Slaves to everyone but ourselves
We keep buying things that won't last
Spending money we don't have
A dystopic universe – is this 1984
All over again?

Still we blankly stare at the fall
Hypnotized – as if the fire and flames
Were forging a future
Without hope