The Expiring Utopia

The Expiring Utopia
Hammered and chiselled to fit
I carry the yoke of total self-denial
Slaves under doctrinal morals
Our minds are forged by the elite-technocracy

Wrapped in anonymity we're forced into patterns
Of flattered emotional response
We know all too well that our minds and bodies
Are but expendable software
Like binary series of numbers
We stand in queue to be erased
Increasing materialistic strife
Has redefined the meaning of life
And the inflation of organic substance is high
Through misty eyes, sometimes we see beyond
And sense the time when we still lived
But too tight are we chained to escape
The path to mental freedom is forever lost
Cold and unfeeling we walk
On desolate streets that speak of times forgotten
REduced to expendable assets
We no longer question the reason
Like binary series of numbers
We stand in queue to be erased
Through misty eyes, sometimes we see beyond
And sense the time when we still lived
But too tight are we chained to escape
The path to mental freedom is forever lost