Free thought has been hollowed    Furnished with myopia    Spin drift misconception    Inducements stagnate       Appleseed.       Life inside an envelope    Built on lie after lie    From complex layer of illusion    Can you recover your soul?       Choking down expressions of homage       Reshaped desires prosecute attrition rate    Slotted into a life of graft    Defining said contours, through make-work production       Processed stimulation in their ten thousand mile stares    The sour taste of a mouth full of ashes, disordered introspection       Head is in the sand       While subdued integrity, surpasses recognition    Perspicacious dreams of liberation remain illusions.