Barcodis

I walk through the corridors of life
I’m apathetic, anarchic, I walk softly with a big stick
I’m stalking prey, the dumb, the lame
They’re all numb, I’m the same
Hypocrisy eats at me
As I eat at it
Like the yin the yan
The facade the sham

The light at the end of the tunnel
It blinds
There are those who hide from it’s corrupting rays
It finds
This light is a kind of darkness
At times
It eats away at us all from the
Inside

In the land of the free
Home of the brave
We’re all corporate grunts
Conglomerate slave
From the man at the desk
To the girl at the rave
We’re all in their pockets
From our birth to our grave