Bulletproof - Senser

Methods of restriction are now fully automated

Used to make you feel safe inside your world but now you hate it

Bloated not sated, gazing sorrowfully from a wreck that you created

Abject loss, I cannot navigate it

With the innocent energy of a kids sublime creation

He’s a flying levitator conjured by subjugation

He is here to relish the fear, combatative poise transfixed to tear

At natures ward, from ground to air

Devastating mind controlling generals and presidents

Effortlessly still evading avalanching evidence

He ascertains the power is spreading

Reveals genetic codes unthreading

Each and every man and woman

Grasping out to armageddon

Leveraging living costs till infrastructures hemorrhage

Terrified consensus crushing all seditious elements

Making and wasting life with his broken apparatus

The event is overrated, shapes defined by saturation

Technospeak and doublespeak which at its best is incomplete

How alive now he can feel from his world he sits concealed

To fully hide the motives in this all consuming losing streak

Testing danger to reveal how his fate has been sealed

Rise, seize, question

The world is the will of the sentient

A catalogue of dialogue, prosaic administrators

Rejecting, taking steps to break the monotonous sound breakers

Zoning into striking distance inking the words of careful choice

Divining light, increasing insight returning to the voice

First world dictators, shadow players, widow makers

A black nimbus rolling out across the acres

Transparent greed and hoarding, sick clutching, grasping essence in dead method

Time to learn your first and only lesson

Rise, seize, question

The world is the will of the sentient

And it lives no matter what you put it through

Rest assured the conviction is bulletproof

It dismantles the cloaking revealing you

Better hope that your new shroud is bulletproof

Class divisions, roles played out in open prisons

'Is this my decision' outside the loop you may have visions

Spoilt children, in some broken re-enactment

Yes you will be culpable for each and every action

This pining virtuosity a condition you hate

Living is the feeling, temporal is the living

Time is the restriction, if nothing is beyond

Your holding on your body is your bond