The machine
This wheel of torture
Will not persist
The daily grind
A waking nightmare
Yet we can't resist
This constant hope
For something more
Will never cease
And competition
With our neighbours
Prevents the peace
So naive
We're told we need
An occupation
One society
This machine
Continues operation
All our lives
We play a game
Of 'Simon Says'
We understand
That we're suppressed
But no one cares
We are weak
We see the problem
But still take part
Laziness
Of fear within
Controls our heart
The common good
A filthy lie
So obscene
And yet we will
Remain a part
Of this machine
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