As we become slaves of the system
Morality is missing,
As mortals we wishing,
For freedom of living,
As youth we are driven,
Mind gears we are shifting,
As more second go missing,
Our freedom is twitching,
Now is that a good thing?
Are we improving?
Or we work like slaves,
Just to go out grooving
Is it all soothing,
When bodies are moving,
When we be boozing,
Mood temporarily boosting,
Or is that a sad thing?
Talents not hatching,
Becoming the cause of every single bad thing,
Who are we asking?
Who's the one laughing?
When souls are missing,
Ruined systems,
Takes chances we're grasping,
As it sits in laughter,
Waiting patiently to see what comes after,
It has no master,,
But with GOD everywhere everything has a master