Zombie Apocalypse

zombie
dogma

Being paid to forge the chains meant to enslave you
Wonderful kind of slaves
Who let flow tears of gratitude for their captors, or should I say big brother.
So happy in their captivity, no room for misery, thanks to the jab that numbs and stupefies.

open the doors but all the doors are closed
no access to those realms
where the spirit used to soar
tied to an earthly existence where the algorithm tells you what to think

Brains sing / tuned into unison
Being steered by the same algorithm
Coursing through millions / That courses through millions
Cold empty eyes that see without seeing
Without a soul behind or a spark of the eternal being / mystery
That once used to see wonders now see nothing.

Moulded by conformity
Numbed by / Of facebook and instagram hashtags and inanities
Want to be like everyone else
So you peddle your wares in the attention market
Sucked into the mentality of the herd
What you say are not your own words

Told what to think and what to say
You turn your pain on selectively
Feeling pain for those you're told to
And make monsters of the rest / those you're told to

I look into your eyes but there's nothing behind / A hollow shell, a hollow space.
I call your name but you've become a shadow of your self.

I call your name and you respond like an automaton
I look into your eyes but there's a hollow shell

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