separated, compartmentalized   these are the dreary days   of our lives   screened out, and filed away   locked into drawers   of human decay   forced to live   wall to wall   bodies stacked from   floor to ceiling   this is not life but   subsistence that   we are feeling   given barely enough   so as not to make waves   convinced to fight   amongst eachother   our brothers and sisters   just to make wage   these scraps of social progress   are given to us to fabricate the   illusion of success   distractions to eat up   our time      when slavery wasn't so subtle   and we didn't have   american dreams to keep   us from waking the   exploitation was more   plain to see      instead of recognizing the state   in which we find ourselves   our attention is diverted   fingers pointing in   the wrong directions   blame has shifted focus from   the wealthy to those   struggling alongside us      we are trapped   in this cage   convinced we're   the players   when we are   the played      tell yourself it won't change      how much value do values retain   when the measure of a person   is his willingness to use violence   for his own personal gain?      we remain trapped in stasis      masses fight and struggle   vying for small priviledge   the rich continue to grow fat   as we carry the weight   upon our backs      there must be a path more fullfilling   other than the "choice" we've been given   between whether to rule or be ruled   give in to the strain   and be consumed