Conveniences(Song) Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

We love everything in front of us
Chosen by corporate complications
Eye soars with no imagination
Melting into our reality
Diverting eyes away from closed doors
Demand to open them
Unlock the gate to their lies
A product of their convenience
I hope you like this all the time

Convenience is king
Crowned the apparent heir
To rule over all our lives
With a scepter thats aggravating
Bloodies up our faces everytime

No more single purchases
Rung up pieces worthless crumbs
Left over bullshit as a child
Stringing up old ideas
Running them into the ground
There is no difference
Only this stupid fucking convenience
In my head all the time
I guess I'll have to rip it out

Convenience is king
Crowned the apparent heir
To rule over all our lives
With a scepter that aggravates
Bloodies up our faces everytime