Comfortable Con

It’s easier to be a victim than start thinking,
It’s easier to make excuses than face the truth.
It’s easier to walk the road you already know,
It’s easier just to go wherever they go.

It’s easier to close your eyes than start seeing,
It’s easier to believe a lie than hear the proof.
It’s easier to speak the words that you’ve been given,
It’s easier to kill their dreams and steal their youth.

Control is painted as protection, division dressed up as unity.
The villains are praised as saviours, and madness calls itself reality.
Lies are perfectly packaged and posted, we ferociously feast on the bait.
Agendas hide off to the side, and the ones who can’t afford it always pay.

A little man sits alone, counting money on his throne,
Smiling as the piles grow in his billion dollar home.
With every story he creates, with every deal he makes,
Not caring who he breaks, praised for every coin he takes.

We’re sold a silly dream, with no idea what it means,
And we live a silly life, never even asking why.
The delusion spreads so far and wide,
The truth sounds just the same as the lies.

Control is painted as protection, division dressed up as unity.
The villains are praised as saviours, and madness calls itself reality.
Lies are perfectly packaged and posted, we ferociously feast on the bait.
Agendas hide off to the side, and the ones who can’t afford it always pay.

We need a god that’s worth more than money,
We need a world not built on deceit.
We’ve got to stop falling for the comfortable con,
And learn to get up on our feet.

We scream for unity but label everything,
Driving wedges deeper in the cracks.
Keeping the masses numb and distracted,
And there may be no way back.

Control is painted as protection, division dressed up as unity.
The villains are praised as saviours, and madness calls itself reality.
Lies are perfectly packaged and posted, we ferociously feast on the bait.
Agendas hide off to the side, and the ones who can’t afford it always pay.

The gold is glittering, all hope is withering,
Faith is fading as we choke.
It’s just a better asylum for us to cry in,
One voice screaming as humanity goes broke.

I’ll speed off down the highway with the lights off,
Heading anywhere at all, I don’t care.
I might not get too far, but that don’t matter,
I won’t die silenced and tethered here.

Those who have, those who don’t,
Those who will, those who won’t.
Those who have, those who don’t,
Those who will, those who won’t.

Control is painted as protection, division dressed up as unity.
The villains are praised as saviours, and madness calls itself reality.
Lies are perfectly packaged and posted, we ferociously feast on the bait.
Agendas hide off to the side, and the ones who can’t afford it always pay.