Lament To Cruise Control

Lament to cruise control.. Once in a while you see the natural not a thief taking a spot to mental morph their workboots into bare feet. Transparency in their statutes,no strategies to tie their beliefs to thoughts and actions mimicking make believe. the truth they feel they need Constructing fences and walls to hide a plunder of lazy conspiracies Everyday Everyday hiding everyday buckets of shrunking heads A giant of warfare bullying, Freedom's a monster who directs their belief into this is how you should be, but you cant look at me because I hide behind the white walls of ice formed cement,my torn Jean's lament Broken fears ,whispered ears will never find a place to celebrate Broken hearts, broken pockets City conspiring no way to win searching the dead for souls to win over A giant, a good death,a soul trap Theres just off and on