the perfect sound of spinning wheels

oh fellow humans
You mean nothing to me
Stand at each end of the room
And someone is going to decide
That one is better than the other
We have walled off all the truth
And simple nature of things for ourselves
Adapt your surrounding
To fit your need
Because we are too insecure
To adjust ourselves
To our surroundings
How many times have you heard
Someone say
They just can't deal with this

Stagger from room to room
On whatever poison you take
Looking for purpose
In a society of illusions
Find someone who loves you
Or at least thinks they know
How to love at all
Watch the sink hole open up
And the city fall in

Watch the gun men pull the mask
Over his face as he arms himself
Takes aim as he walks passed you
And never utter a sound to alert anyone
Keep walking at a slow and steady pace
As the illusion shatters behind you
In a hail of gunfire
When you lie to yourself
In a myth called society
You build your foundation
On shoddy bricks
When throwing rocks
Inside glass houses
Aim for the ceiling
And do not move an inch
As the shards of glass
Fall faster towards you
And cut you to pieces
We deserve all of this pain we are in