Nothing new

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.