Song: Divided
Artist:  Diem
Year: 1
Viewed: 29 - Published at: 7 years ago

Your life or your soul?
Price on your head’s a percent to the price of gold
They’ve got society sold, mind controlled
Telling lies, spreading fear
Sending low frequencies into the ionosphere
Out of control, it all amounts to control
More police on patrol, razor wire
The more we rebel, the grip takes a tighter hold
Lifestyle survive on the dole, I’ll buy a home
Because evеrything’s owned, we just hire hopе
And in the end when we die, we have to buy a hole
Two conflicting ideas be the right result
Read the fine print, sign on the dotted line
Monitored lives being prodded from the sky
Being told what to watch, what you got to hide, via satellite
New phone’s a bug on your body like a parasite
I-this, i-that, surviving the same bro
I can see a change in you though, got them acting like
I-this, I-that, self-centered narrow minds
I just, sit back and analyse
I read between the lines, since I could read and write
I could spot evil eyes, I knew people weren’t eating right
And these days I can see why I smoke weed
Because a red eye’s harder to hypnotise
Slowly take away your liberty, civil rights
Some are hungry, some take the liberty
These days to live a simple life, not trying to live a dream
I spend money on the things I don’t love and need, live above my means
A couple queens heads left, money in my jeans
And have I really got a monkey in my genes?
I’m questioning everything now days of what the fuck it means
If it’s like that there, could be like that here
Because some carry weapons the governments share
There’s blood on the money and a look of despair
On the man who’s asking if you’ve got some spare
Something’s in the air, chem trails in the sky
Can’t say war, famine and poverty’s scarce
Telltale signs that a lot could be shared
There’s no health care, and no help there
And life’s unfair, and at times I wonder why I walk on Air
Nike on my jumper, a GI Joe shot, driving a tonka
Was I raised this way, through the eyes of a toddler?
As time ticks on, my mind starts to wonder
Why it’s warfare, we’re forced to fight one another
I see both sides, unite or they prosper
From the age old trait, divide and they conquer

( Diem )
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