No longer I want to be a gear of your system that you call humanity.
Wasteful machination, deceitful gossip.
Everything just for keeping this world turning?
To reach satisfaction you run with the blinded current,
lead by monsters concealed in human disguise.
I don't want to abide the way you control the mass.
Is this really the way the globe spins round and round?
Beware of the hand that feeds you, because nothing is as it seems.
Turn the table and you will recognize the deadly poison,
injected deviously by the snakes.
Your world is coming to a rupture, humanity at it's abyss.
This is a dead planet controlled by the tongues of the snakes.

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