Imitation Of Life Songtext

von Headcrash

Up and over the mountain of "I don't care", far above my reflection in the silverware, I'm swimming upstream through the value spill, but I ain't asking for no medals for protecting my awareness, hereditary gifts of god and country, stacked against the one way door of equality, I'm still stranded on this globe of tradition as the market plan grows, I grasp for solutions.... callousis the mindset, a part of the contract, contaminate the soil for an overblown paycheck, born into an age of flesh verus machinery, an advertising vessel in the midst of a feeding frenzy, hell bent on
Injustice from the middle down, the kings crown shines like a bomb tested underground, in flip through the scenes of computer enhancing as the fucked up dream topples everything around me....
Blind to the lines of the suits and ties - perfumate the price with a slogan to fit the crime - luxury forms into hooks for the status quo "life is not my own to lead but that's the way it goes"....
Set adrift the currents of the modern world, where the bigshots earn and the expendable dwell, as the fabric of existance bulges at the seems, in eternal servitude to a stable salary, pigment-nation, gender applications, sign the dotted line and prepare for sedation, today's ingenuity, tomorrow rendered obsolete, follow their direction, make the fallacy complete.... taught how to hate, who to rape, to seperate, to operate the race gate, to be happy slave, but it's never too late to change or find a way to create a state of mind before we dissipate, disintegrate, underneath the polish and the gleam, the flesh and bone, once an individual, now a company clone, you're just a counterfeit, well groomed with a manicure, the chip's in place and the programming secured.... overdose, an empty shell full of lies, overdose, exaggerational times, overdose, an imitation of life.... the traps have been set before your time, the double standard is fundamental when you're brainwashed, the rights to his-story are company property, locked in a vault and lost for all eternity, we sit and stare, completely unaware as the executives call the shots out there, we grow to be consumer machines, on a quest for promotion of the human imitation....
Homogenized, civilized, fresh off the production line, engineered genetically to simulate human life, designed, aligned, and over defined, so our morals and intelligence never combine in the televised race for success, oblivious of the lives that are crushed in the process of the freedom grind with this billboard dynasty, character plague, strip away all humanity....