You are not important
You are not useful
It doesn't matter how much you tell yourself that
How much you tell you or you fellows
How much you lie to yourself and pretend that there's a plan, there's a reason.
Well, there's not.
You are not important.
How many people will you see dying and vanishing in oblivion until you realize?
You're a piece, a wheel, a replaceable wheel.
And do you want to know why you're replaceable? Because you allowed them to
You let them make you an obedient and docile wheel
A wheel spinning torwards a dream
Make believe there's no sorrow
Make believe there's a rainbow
Somewhere over
Whether you're being replaced
Discarded as garbage
You will even say: thank you for everything
There's no machine without a wheel
There's no will without the machine
We're as One
One as Wheel
Wheel as We
We're as One
They break you everyday
They fix you every when
You're his victim
Of a self indulgent stories
The machine fairy tale
"Once upon a time you wheel be!"
"They could, I can, make it all again"
You can't so far,
It's on you
You're a will
Wheel as One
Work harder, oil, machine, spark, chilling sound, infested ground
So work
Work
And Work
And lose control
Lose control
Lose
Control, control, control, control!
More and more and more and more,
And you wheel get there.
Give us more
And more and more and more and rest
Rest and rest and rust and rust
Make us proud and be
Just be
Be whatever
You are not allowed
Die until we say
Die your life Die your life Dice your life Dice your life
Slice life Slife life
Rest, rest, rest, rust, rust, rust
You know that story
Yes, that story
Which gives you that feeling that someday things will be different,
and when you're on the way to your work,
in a filled-to-the-brim commutation, thinking about, you know
Your favorite celebrity
That person who played you in a movie that made him millions
Or sung about in a song
"Hey, that's me. Someone gets me"
No, they don't.
and eventutally
you believe that you're the only person that can think
and see the problem,
You know? THE problem
When everyone else is thinking the same:
"Look at all these people going to work and not making a move towards change."
Well, you are not doing that too.
You are not important
You life is not special
There's no one God you
Unless you look at your image on the mirror sometimes.
They are making you thankful for eating shit
You thank them whenever you have a thought that you think it's original,
But it's not, they put there for you
You thank them whenever you feel joy, empathy, mercy, or even the hope that someday you'll be saved.
You won't
You are not important.
You are just an obstacle that someday will not.
You're just a wheel
An inconvenient and necessary piece, for their evil.
Whenever you think 'oh, that's ok', you're part of the problem
Whenever you look away, you're part of the problem
Whenever you buy your relief, you're part of the problem
Whenever you filter the truth, you're part of the problem
Whenever you tell yourself things that are not there, you're part of the problem
Whenever you elect someone to take over your responsibility
Whenever you listen to me, and not yourself
Yes, you are not important.
Who is then?