The invisible hand is an iron first, helpless? This distress merits unrest, but a shot in the dark is aimless. This is an entity, a pent up energy. Dissidence will not concede to this homogeny. Dissidence will not concede, to this uniformity. Dissidence will not concede that our dreams can?t be realities. Freedom isn?t my ability to cope with this predestiny, to choose where I get a degree, or where I spend 40 hours a week.
They commodified the air I breathe, and everything that my eyes see--but I?ve built walls, I?ve built walls all around me. They?re not getting through to me, no--not getting through. If we can only strive to subsist, if we believe that we can?t make a difference, if we believe our dreams are meaningless...life is an empty promise. Life?s not an empty promise.