Living Object

Most of us think of only materialistic pleasures. We do not follow our dreams anymore but work that can provide us with cash, as life becomes more independent on it.

I know my name

Not my purpose

I know I exist

Not my focus

I know im moving

Not my course

I know hope

But what is its source?

Imma given number                      

A product, a toothpick

For the pharaoh to shoot, kick,

Piece of meat

Imma a machine,

Wake, work, eat, sleep

A slow battery life, no keep

A population of living objects

The suited devil's subjects

Im a living object

 

I see the living        

no humanity

Claiming men preach

no spirituality

Guards with guns

no security

They say my life is protected

There is no liberty

Cash, power, desire

Is their unholy trinity

But where will they hide

On the day of calamity?

Do, no questioning

That is their policy

Building pyramids to death

Leaving their legacy

A population of living objects

The suited devil's subjects

Im a living object

The devil's pseudo subject

A population of living objects

The suited devil's subjects

Im a living object

 

Your eyes are boxed screens

Tune into a virtual world

Televise on what your keen

As your tortured mind curls

Pick a side, make your mental courts

If you dont like what you hear

Click the red button on the remotes

In order to keep your mind a float

Watch corrupted entertainment

Raise your flags, cheer for a fake division

Cutting further away from God's vision

Is this something from Daniel's vision?

 

Monarchies hidden behind delusions

Materialism roaming to ignorance

The best exclusion

There is only flesh, no soul under

How you meant to think when the system

Cages and controls

Do you wonder?

The land of the free

Free of intelligence

Sons and daughters

Rebelling against

Mothers and fathers

The devil's pseudo subject

A population of living objects

The suited devil's subjects

Im a living object

 

There never was no right left

Just a voting theft

East, west thinking one source is the best

Trickery, a victory for the devil

As you kill for justice drowning

To your enemies level

But you justify death

The innocent are yours

Despite, the world was never black and white

Fear to protect, forces the man to fight

Yet you are victims of these wars?

Do these scared people, have any remorse?

 

Keeps me wondering, asking questions

As the answers lead to depression         

Why is the world like this?

Is eternal peace and bliss an

Unrealistic promise

Or perhaps there is even a greater scheme

Beyond the stars in comets

Something far greater than delusions

Of revolutions?

Is there something I should trust?

Perhaps persistence of faith is a must

A change from within, fighting the lust

Before my mind mechanically succumbs

 

Can you hear the skies crack open?

 

Can you feel the Earth tremble?

 

A new nation will arise *laughter

 

I know my name

Not my purpose

I know I exist

Not my focus

I know im moving

Not my course

I know hope

But what is its source?

Imma given number

A product, a toothpick

For the pharaoh to shoot, kick,

Piece of meat

Imma a machine,

Wake, work, eat, sleep

A slow battery life, no keep

A population of living objects

The suited devil's subjects

Im a living object

 

Or maybe that’s what they wanted me to think?

Enjoy my gutter where I rot and stink

I swear I almost got use to it

But its time to dismantle this

Brick by brick

Ill be different, point fingers

Call me mad man or a freak

While I hold the courage of my prophets

Clean my soul, build my wisdom

Reconstruct my new inner kingdom

You can kill me but ill be laughing

I know your souls will soon extinguish

Your days of existence are perishing

 

I was picked and tricked

Occupied my thoughts with frantic

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick

 

We were never meant to be a population of living objects

 

Not the devil's pseudo subject

Not a living object

 

I am not a living object *echo We are no living objects  x10

Author's Note

Problem is that there is a beat, and I dont know how to post it. The rhythm fits between the lyrics and soundtrack.
Please help me on the use of words, for example if something doesn't sound right to your ears. Perhaps some of the rhymes seem too forced?

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[Glen Yumang Manese]

The ones I quote below need attention, but I went ahead with the changes:

Keeps me wondering, asking questions
As the answers lead to depression
Why is the world like this?
Is eternal peace and bliss an
unrealistic promise
Or perhaps there is even a greater scheme
Beyond the stars and comets
Something far greater than delusions
Of revolutions?
Is there in something I should trust?
Perhaps persistence of patience is a must
A change from within, fighting the lust
Before my mind mechanically succumbs
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Or maybe that's what they wanted me to think?
Enjoy my gutter where I rot and stink
I swear I almost got use to it
But it's time dismantle this
Brick by brick
Ill be different, point fingers
Call me a mad man or a freak
While Ill hold the courage of my prophets
Clean my soul, build my wisdom
Reconstruct my new inner kingdom
You can kill me but at least ill be smiling
I know your souls will soon extinguish
Your days of existence are perishing
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I just saw a bit of spelling errors, word changes in there and add "to" in the second verse I quoted...its long...but it's sound...and clutch as I read the entirety of this work...it goes deep into the message and in the end verse lines puts things in perspective...I see what you mean about the beat --- it's hard to hear that without it...I see others post that on here...again I do not know how they do it...sometimes they just link it to Youtube and watch the other concept of the whole work...but like I said --- I'd just go through it again --- and check for spelling...but besides that...it's a go...