Don't blame me for being a little terror,
Blame the tv and the media.
Lock your tv's up with Censorship
Or turn them off from the power.
While your children are not watching
Keep in mind that you are being watched while you are watching them.
Cameras take over, though you are not famous, you are ordinary.
The ordinary have much more to offer.
Controlled collective thinking is what they are after.
Don't give them the power!!
Do not give them the power!!
Think outside the box your living in,
Turn the box into a bubble,
Give them Hell,
Give them trouble.
Children should be children forever.
We are united.
The ordinary becoming the line of fire of their manipulations and uncontrollable behaviour.
Possessions taking over,
All around the world,
Each and every one of us a gateway to their games,
Its what they don't want you to know, but you do know it anyway.
Be quiet, don't speak out.
Keep in line,
Discipline, respect.
Blaa blaa blaa,
Is, as it goes,
Don't speak out!!
No one should know.
This isn't an explanation for my terrorrist behaviour, it's more of a reaction to the confusion of the pleasure and pain offered from Chaos continuously occurring more rapidly then ever.
Time speeding up and magnetic polarity diminishing,
Vertigo happenings,
Empowered after more power,
Controlled seeking more control.
To be apart of society or not to be?
That is the question.
What is it to be?
I think we all know the answer to, but can we make the decision before we are born into this life?
How novel it would be.
Would you choose to be present in this life?
Just like an Illusion,
A dream.
A moment in time,
It'll be over,
Free to go on with the rest of eternity,
Free.
Isn't that what everyone is after?
Freedom.
Uncontrollable.
Uncontrolled.
