piercing thoughts i need to release

the things i can see with my eyes so clear,
things you are blind to,
war, poverty, annihalation,
the selling of your soul without your permission
the cost of a life is cheap
those people on telly, always smiling with laughter,
because they got clean away with it
i cant even put in words.
I am a wolf
you are part of a herd.
I run with the pack.
Your already dead, born dead, brain dead,
or killed by the tv, its a choice,
they trick you to think you have.
A conspiracy of cash flow, silencing your voice.

Clearly speaking

a king is a king because he is rich
take away his wealth, he is respected
take away his respect he is a passer by,
make a passer by reach out
and grab some riches, he'll know nothing.
But he'll feel like a king,
try taking it all back
he willl fight to the death.
We've made him a martyr,
and its only dust and ashes.
Now once stood a king, he lost all respect.
Herds need leaders.
Leaders, lead to death.