american passtime from opaquer by Guestar

There's a rhyming reason
through season to season
from dark into day
the same forces at play

in the news you'll see them
like people or human
being like the wind and waves
only they're here to stay

now we're out on patrol
or on parole
or on probation
there's no emancipation
only slave-island vacations
this world's a savage soul
that's bought and sold
and dominated
we do just what we're told
we're self-controlled and in the matrix


we're a tight knit ball of dough
pitched towards the batter's blow
and we're trailing through the gradients of groans

tight knit ball of dough
pitched towards the batter's blow
sailing through a stadium towards a fate unknown

they're the fans of freedom
you hardly can see them
until you're in their way
they're making you pay

now we're out on patrol
or on parole
or on probation
there's no emancipation
only slave-island vacations
this world's a savage soul
that's bought and sold
and dominated
we do just what we're told
we're self-controlled and in the matrix

• Pop
• auteur
• experimental pop.
• pop
• Berlin