Pushing Pedals

I feel I'm bricked up ina phallacy but I've got a lot to say,

to hell with sensitivity, I'm not going to run away,

I can face up to my demons and the pain along the way,

reduce the negativity and say what I've got to say,

'cause the twisted propositions they're transmitting every day

cause prolific oppositions and ensure our minds decay -

adverts tell us what to buy and TV what to say,

I've heard them say that life's a game but I don't want to play

when adherence to the rules means accepting a norm,

that doesn't really exist in any coherant form,

another path then must be tried, one not so well worn,

one that's not so average and inclined to conform

to acceptable parameters, most of which are born

from exposure to the coverage that keeps us informed

of the topical issues through which we adorn

controlling minds with kudos while they look at us with scorn

and never think of our future, yet still decide our fate,

allowing bullshit onto your TV and horseshit on your plate;

the lies, the scams and cover-ups which always seem innate

are put across in such a way the public thinks they're great.

Giving in to false ideals and sucked in by the con

and never stop to ask themselves what's really going on.

It's not that there's a single path that everyone should follow,

sounds might  come from banging drums, but only when they're hollow;

the hides that skin these instruments are from a dying breed,

but hard enough and deep enough, you cut and still they bleed;

you never see blood on their hands or lies across their eyes,

the darkness falls when night descends and cancels out the skies.

I don't want bleeding fingers, or to be slowly going blind,

I'll rub my eyes and suck my thumb until the day I find

a water wing, a needful thing, to keep my a*s from drowning

and go through the whole repetoire of smiling, passive, frowning.

Expressing thoughts and big ideas, impacting on my ways

of passing time and moving space and how I spend my days;

Eyes propped up with matchsticks and yet I continue blinking,

collect my thoughts and read my mind and wonder what I'm thinking.