Osteomalacia or melanoma

They keep us sick so we require fixing
Just like our cars we must continue to break
They keep us detained in our own planet
They control where you go and how you get there
They aren't your parents, they are your rulers
They are controlled by the money we spend
We play this game to keep them going
We are the mice inside the maze
Our cheese turned green, we could buy a hybrid
We tend to do everything that they say
We can see the truth so they poison our brood
The option of greatness must be taken away
We must believe only what they tell us to
We can't disagree with their almighty cliche
The ones that know the truth are a dwindling race
While the masses of filler, spill over the brim
A sad little species too busy to enjoy the world
Always on there way to go laid.. Or paid.. Or go to a parade
Lets all go in this one direction, ignore the ones standing still
For they are the wise and they should be killed

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