The Clothes of Fabric(ation)

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everyone's scared,
to leap off the platform,
everyone's afraid,
to lose their balance.
a stasis they've fought,
so hard to achieve,
they've all forgotten,
what it means to breathe.

and lately I've been troubled,
by the American scene,
'cause I ain't been surprised by anything.
without change there's no meaning to life.

all the time,
I see people running from ghosts,
regular folks in cloaks made of made-up problems.
the clothes of fabric(ation),
are of intelligent design,
they draw the line on the ground,
and we just cover our eyes.

feelin' persecuted for bein' me,
feelin' cheated out of the American dream,
they gonna put me away for bein' me,
can't you see,
I don't wanna be a slave.