With broken wings

With broken wings
Illusions. To mainly control
Conspiracies buried under each poll
Ignorance to keep
It will never ever cease
Churning out lies everyday
As our mind sleeps away
ALL MORALS thrown apart
It will never ever cease
Silent weapons for quiet wars, strategy of diversion
Comforted in apathy, inhibition of real actions
WITH ALL OUTLETS BLURING LINES
Urged to feel, ill at ease, in reality of averageness
Replacing revolt by guilt, grit gone without trace
By bending truth, rather than BREAKING IT
Prefiguring perception of subjetcs, in which we fit
Your time has come for lapping up my words
I SWEAR VICTORY
"Born to become placard man
I have never ever fucking ceased
To train. Over my strength to hold
Always down for hitting grounds
By cold winters
Fearing to slide forever"
With broken wings
Letting faith and dreams soar away