How lost you are

Defending this ideology

Chanting obsolete ideas

Unhinged without apology

Even when for the better

Change terrifies you

A pathological urge to abide

Self-indulgence cast aside

How lost you are

Never questioning those

Who keep you chained

Who keep you chained

What is your pathos?

We opt for worse conditions instead of facing conflict

You can be anything you want as long as you're compliant

We opt for blunt decisions just to be a digit

Blindly believing we are self-reliant

Beg for every little scrap

Give and get nothing back

Owe every little scrap

Give and get nothing back

Rinse and repeat

Further deplete yourself

The same phonetic patterns are endlessly

Reverberating throughout this Sisyphean reality

Full of gratitude

For a life in servitude

Don't act

Don't speak

Be glad

Be meek

Never

Argue

Don't you ever frown

While they wear you down

Beg for every little scrap

Give and get nothing back

Owe every little scrap

Give and get nothing back

Reevaluate

Your values

Don't act

Don't speak

Be glad

Be meek

Never

Argue

We're exceeding expectations

Bleeding for a fragment of their surplus

Still we downplay their ill will

What drives you to work so hard

Against your own well being

You suffer for their gain

And thank them for your pain

Your ignorance fills you up with pride

In callous revenue

You speak of morality and act the other way

And somehow you're caught on the wrong side

The many please the few

I fear this mentality will change us all one day

Don't act

Don't speak

Be glad

Be meek

Never

Argue

That is your pathos