There\'s nothing new
Its already been
All revealed
In the unseen
What is today
Was yesteryears to
Some change of appearance
As knowledge grew
It\'s the same old battle
The same old foe
Control is the mission
So we cannot grow
Stuck in a proverbial hell
Hooked on trinkets
And whatever they sell
Handing gifts to all of the proud
Bought with vanity
Adored by the crowd.
I am not fooled
I see you and grin
I know the loser
And you don\'t get to win.