Made In China

Perfect, just perfect, perfect, we’re all worthless. Perfect, just like an airbrushed cover they’ll want us to be, and we’ll be perfect, when pretty facades are all we’ve chosen to see. Lead around like horses with our blinders on. Can’t you see it’s a way of controlling our minds? Can’t you see that this country is so far gone? We’ve been broken down, we have been ashamed, our minds have been bound, and we are taught to live afraid, just so these rich fucks that are working in buildings that can touch the clouds, can make even just one more cent off of our suffering, and to make Sam real proud. Well Sam, are you proud? And this is why I’ve disliked the bald eagle, it’s an accurate representation of all this country’s evils, an arrogant bird that flies above all in the sky, then feeds off their bones long after they’ve died. So now you can understand why I’ve always felt animosity, when reminded of these times of childhood hostility, did you really think we wouldn’t grow bitter, when you force young students to pray at flags made in China? Are you proud? I’ve spoken of communities, and changing for you and me. I’ve asked people to be as strong as they can, and to lend a helping hand to your fellow man. But I’m still rotting on the inside and the outside all over, with not enough makeup that can even come close to cover, that our minds have been manipulated by the five corporations, and then sucked into the vacuum of their occupation.