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