Cattle
What’s the point? All comes to naught.
I wish I could be right, for this world, for these people.
Everything I care about, it won’t come to anything.
None of them care like I do
And why should they?
They’re all content with their existence
Another batch of drones
They follow what they think is reason, ignoring the depths and the true horrors within. Our lonely adventurers followed their ideals, and their ideals were to do what is right; to be right they had to look after their own necks, to be right they had to be prepared. They were prepared, prepared enough to stab each other in the back at a moments notice.
To be right they had to survive, and to survive they needed to follow the system they wished to crush.
Principles are nothing to the realist
Ideals are lost within a world of values
Binary click
Death by Morse
I learnt by wrote that all will end
Subjective reality shown through four
Beats of the Earth
Cause of alarm
I wish I could be right, for this world, for these people.
Everything I care about, it won’t come to anything.
None of them care like I do
And why should they?
They’re all content with their existence
Another batch of drones
They follow what they think is reason, ignoring the depths and the true horrors within. Our lonely adventurers followed their ideals, and their ideals were to do what is right; to be right they had to look after their own necks, to be right they had to be prepared. They were prepared, prepared enough to stab each other in the back at a moments notice.
To be right they had to survive, and to survive they needed to follow the system they wished to crush.
Principles are nothing to the realist
Ideals are lost within a world of values
Binary click
Death by Morse
I learnt by wrote that all will end
Subjective reality shown through four
Beats of the Earth
Cause of alarm