Do you think that your fathers are watching? That they weigh you in their ledgerbook? Against what? There is no book and your fathers are dead in the ground.
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Being honest is no means of survival
Avoid your inner feelings like the plague
This is what it takes to comply with the images
This structure will accomodate
But things aren’t what they seem when they’re partially hidden
Behind walls of pretense built for peace of mind
The barriers between us are forever maintained
By our acceptance of the roles others choose to define
In a world of competition life’s portrayed as a contest
Where we’re forced to live by making gains at others expense
But no one’s really gaining when perpetual conflict
Is the result of our relationships based on pretense
We don’t need this cultural cosmetic division
It upholds the self-interest on which the system feeds
A deconditioned consciousness of mutual respect
Is the only way to cure this cosmetic disease
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