Everyone is special

And every son is a star

Every daughter needs some kind of prince to win her heart

Every one is different

But equal we are

When does the time that we stop lying start?

We're Tattle tales with no story to tell

We’re scavengers who must forage to sell

We’re average people in an extraordinary commonwealth

That’s at war with ourselves

Appearance is king in this face off

And nobody answers to name calls

We’ve crossed the line of compassion

When stealing from Peter’s papal PayPal to pay Paul

Who had ever thought

People couldn’t be compatible

When we’re all made of the same parts?

How has a rational humanity’s battery gone low

In a battle where no one’ll take charge?

HAAH!

The motor movement of my mandible is asking for an audience

But always seems to have a language barrier

I just want to drop bars, but the weight up on my shoulder

And my data says that I’m a bad carrier

I’m not afraid of standing up to evil people even though

I’m scared of being placed on permanent sabbatical

But now it appears my only choice is to run against the wind

But I’m only ever running out of stamina

It’s a battle ground without a real warrior

Everyone forgets all the reasons for memorials

If we were all immortal we would never let it die

But we never live enough to make us curable

We’re an army full of corporeal zombies

Looking to idolatry

For scholarly proxies

If so many people with a brain

‘can’t think for themselves

Then we’re all morons, comma oxy

We are walking oxymorons

Found in skylines when the storm’s gone

Oxy

We've reached a new minimum high

Cause its crooked how were thinking life’s a linear line

It's paradoxical

But someone decided that's topical

And that's got me

Full of this moxie

Now

I'm watching how

This earth goes round

And I'm not proud of what I see

You seek peace

By beating who dares disagree in the name of free speech

An oxy generation

Lacking the oxygen to sustain it

You can't use asphyxiation to fix the nation, this laceration’s too deep to save it

So oxymoronic

At 4 o’clock there’s more on it

Here’s breaking news; it’s nothing new

We learn in school that rulers rule

We indoctrinate which unorthodox evil doctrine is popular

Turning leaders to followers

Now its Kings vs the commoners

Kamikaze bombing our opposites

Leave a choosing field with no options in

Each single person in the populace

Turns anonymous in the conglomerate

Have caution

‘cause going dumb and being smart

Are synonymous

Yes it’s a problem

When

Oxy clean and dirty both mean awesome

And good and bad both have this ominous

Positive connotation in commonspeak

We’re resting near rock bottom deep where I think we've reached the commons peak

See, walking contradictions

Want to block this opinion

Just know that oxen turn to stats

When herded by the axe

CHOP