Free thought has been hollowed

Furnished with myopia

Spin drift misconception

Inducements stagnate

Appleseed

Life inside an envelope

Built on lie after lie

From complex layer of illusion

Can you recover your soul?

Choking down expressions of homage

Reshaped desires prosecute attrition rate

Slotted into a life of graft

Defining said contours, through make-work production

Processed stimulation in their ten thousand mile stares

The sour taste of a mouth full of ashes, disordered introspection

Head is in the sand

While subdued integrity, surpasses recognition

Perspicacious dreams of liberation remain illusions