Derailed

I'm getting high on my supply
I'm selling store bought peace of mind
Business follows me back home
Work my fingers to the bone
Leave me alone

I got
No face
Free falling time got misplaced
My words
Fall short
As I disconnect
Reject what's gone

The law will cut you down to size
Shoot before they recognize
Falling apart right at the seams
No self respect no self esteem
I'm caught between

Drown out the sound
Of the noise that surrounds
That suffocates the minds of all the youth in the ground
Smiles of the suits where nothing rings true
Media madness is clawing at you
They'll tear down the walls protecting your soul
For a profit that makes most shit look like gold
From the cradle to the grave
You're not but a slave
To the hand of the man as you wear what he's made
You're branded with the brand of consuming and demand
As you sold out your soul by living in their land
Overwhelming the sensations into revelations
That we're shattering with our lives
and our own recreation
Into white washed fragments of much brighter days
Now reduced to sheep without a place to graze
The grass does not grow as it once did before
It's been trampled and eaten to where the ground is no more
The drought of imagination has blocked out the sun
Casting a shadow over all of us but one
He stands at the top of the world having fun
The man with full pockets knows his reign has begun