Stare into the light
And it'll all be alright
The Mother compels you to lose all sense of identity
Individualism has to rot in the pantry
Even though there's room in the fridge
She serves palatable dishes
Until the whole world is sucking her dry
She thrives off of the foot traffic in her carnal restaurant
Stare into the light
And it'll all be alright
The Mother begs for you to pick at scabs until they scar
Ultimately you made yourself bleed
You have a conscience, you have free will
But no, freedom of choice is an illusion
You must comply with The Mother
She has your best interest in mind
Stare into the light
And it'll all be alright
The Mother does not acknowledge exceptions to the rule
Her rules are black and white
And she's a dictator with how heavy she enforces her reign
Only when you unplug can you open your true pair of eyes
No longer plagued by bright pixels
That may just be even more migraine inducing
Than the pictures they display
But for now you must stare
As that is what The Mother wishes
Stare into the light
And it'll all be alright
The Mother still has a grip on me
Took a lot of work to get her to loosen it
But pay up and she may bargain
It's either lite edition or the premium plan
Which path will you take?
It's a choose your own adventure story
You write the path
But in the end The Mother can and will veto your choices
Stare into the light
And it'll all be alright
The Mother is power hungry and profiting off of a doomed system
She's all charged up and she will never run out of juice
It's a free for all and she's the referee
She'll play the game with you
You're all under the guise she didn't invent it
Everything is the way it is because she said so
Her iron fist rules tough
Your calcite won't leave a dent
Don't even get your hopes up for a scratch
Just stare into the light
And it'll all be
Alright