The Red (Tape) Sea.

Wage war for net gain,
a profit-driven virus-strain:
infecting our senses; concepts of our messes.
Tangible: blood on the pavement.
Intangible: love, hate, and music.
Money keeps the world on its toes.
Report the story so everyone knows
(everyone knows...just what you want them to know)
Who decides what we buy?
Who decides what we know?
Terrified daily by the way we live,
the way that we're controlled.

Cut the strings.
Move your limbs without aid.
Without aid.
Can we survive?
Can we survive...without trust?
Without choice?
Without being able to use our one true voice?
Without truth?
Without hope?
Without being able to see that we're caught up in ropes?
(No gain, no gain, no gain, no movement; no dreams, no dreams, no dreams, no improvement)

Vote or die, they tell us, but what's the difference?
We'll have the plug pulled no matter what the outcome is.

We're always drowning....
feels like we're drowning...
drowning in red tape.