Corruption of the Pollution
Open the eyes of time,
and look at the rhyme.
Look at the melody,
of the reality.
Corruption is the pollution,
that fills the soulution.
Problematic society,
the true tyranny.
What is cool,
you are the fool.
A puppet to the masters,
watch out for my blasters.
My words are a twister,
and morality the blister.
Of the corporation,
and the legislation.
Of the laws ment to protect,
but are defect.
The bloodsuckers,
the true fuckers.
