This tiny object of our adoring affection 
Screams of worldly wants drowning out the hearts pleas
Blinding us in this all for me world 
The possibilities expand with our vast self-contained
imagination 
Quickly drawing close ensnaring us with death 
Like a fever of rage driving onward 
We become the martyrs of a materialistic dream 
The free truth thrown away for brightly wrapped lies of
people made of plastic 
Whishing are dreary lives full of fantasy 
 Idolizing the reconstructed imagery of a dieing mans ego 
Basing are aspirations upon Hollywood's ideals 
Consuming every home filling every soul
School becomes the home of whores
Where Barbie rules the playground 
Books become the tower ensnaring the fair maiden 
The irony of what has come to be 
With all the things we say 
Demanding liberation calling out for respect 
To lock our selves up in boxes of pastel colored paint