But that expropriation of the third world has been going on for 400 years

Brings us to another revelation

Namely that the third world is not poor

You don’t go to poor countries to make money

There are very few poor countries in this world

Most countries are rich

Brazil is rich

Mexico is rich

Chile is rich

Only the people are poor

But there are billions to be made there

To be carved out to be taken

There's been billions for 400 years

These countries are not underdeveloped

They're overexploited

The walls are no longer the same

No shelter no protection

No sympathy no direction

"be patient: she said"

I honestly don't care

"put my words on the back of your head

You'll be alone until your last breath"

To be alone

Only mirages, false images

Of idols long forgotten in time

Some glimpses of an old tv show

And haunted and empty rooms past midnight

Scattered toys across the hall

Scary nights trying not to cry

Bad communication for sad realizations

No room for killers

Static runs thorugh my skin

Until I feel the urge to flee

An honest way for a broken being

Nothing to hold me until I fall forever

In vaccuumm

In endless cold clean gray

Decay

Shattered feelings

Abandoned in plain sight

Why were you that blind

Why were you that blind

Decay

I'll overcome

Left in plain sight

Why were you that blind

Why were you that blind

I'll save you

I'll save you

Mirages, false images

Of idols long forgotten in time

Some glimpses of an old tv show

Haunted and empty rooms past midnight

Scattered toys across the hall

Scary nights trying not to cry

Bad communication for sad realizations

Idols longing past their prime

Empty servers with friendly ghosts

And idols longing past their prime

Empty servers with friendly ghosts

And idols longing past their prime