The Wrong Fruit

We've seen it all along
A blind eye we've turned with a silent song
All support is crumbling below
Along with our accord yet no one wants to know

The ever-weakening will to survive
Is bartered for more comfortable lives
We're addicted to the cause without seeing the effect
While boasting of subjugated self respect

We've picked the wrong fruit beyond all doubt
Dillusionally ungrateful we struggle to remain devout
Selfish is our impression, invisible is our mark
Yet we're terrified of the journey on which we'll never embark

We've felt it all along
The sinking feeling that this is wrong
It's everybody's line to tow
And one step behind is hell to go

Alone in our cells forever confined
Enslaved to the persuits of the most wanton minds
Now calloused to the needs to which we're committed
Denying our livelyhood; mankind is restricted