Oxymoron

Everyone is special
And every son is a star
Every daughter needs some kind of prince to win her heart

Every one is different
But equal we are
When does the time that we stop lying start?

We're Tattle tales with no story to tell
We’re scavengers who must forage to sell
We’re average people in an extraordinary commonwealth
That’s at war with ourselves

Appearance is king in this face off
And nobody answers to name calls

We’ve crossed the line of compassion
When stealing from Peter’s papal PayPal to pay Paul

Who had ever thought
People couldn’t be compatible
When we’re all made of the same parts?

How has a rational humanity’s battery gone low
In a battle where no one’ll take charge?

HAAH!

The motor movement of my mandible is asking for an audience
But always seems to have a language barrier

I just want to drop bars, but the weight up on my shoulder
And my data says that I’m a bad carrier

I’m not afraid of standing up to evil people even though
I’m scared of being placed on permanent sabbatical

But now it appears my only choice is to run against the wind
But I’m only ever running out of stamina

It’s a battle ground without a real warrior
Everyone forgets all the reasons for memorials
If we were all immortal we would never let it die
But we never live enough to make us curable

We’re an army full of corporeal zombies
Looking to idolatry
For scholarly proxies

If so many people with a brain
‘can’t think for themselves
Then we’re all morons, comma oxy

We are walking oxymorons
Found in skylines when the storm’s gone

Oxy
We've reached a new minimum high
Cause its crooked how were thinking life’s a linear line

It's paradoxical

But someone decided that's topical
And that's got me

Full of this moxie

Now
I'm watching how
This earth goes round
And I'm not proud of what I see

You seek peace
By beating who dares disagree in the name of free speech

An oxy generation
Lacking the oxygen to sustain it

You can't use asphyxiation to fix the nation, this laceration’s too deep to save it

So oxymoronic
At 4 o’clock there’s more on it
Here’s breaking news; it’s nothing new
We learn in school that rulers rule

We indoctrinate which unorthodox evil doctrine is popular

Turning leaders to followers
Now its Kings vs the commoners

Kamikaze bombing our opposites
Leave a choosing field with no options in

Each single person in the populace
Turns anonymous in the conglomerate

Have caution
‘cause going dumb and being smart
Are synonymous

Yes it’s a problem
When
Oxy clean and dirty both mean awesome

And good and bad both have this ominous
Positive connotation in commonspeak

We’re resting near rock bottom deep where I think we've reached the commons peak

See, walking contradictions
Want to block this opinion

Just know that oxen turn to stats
When herded by the axe

CHOP