Behind Enemy Lines

Finding myself lost outside of time

Completely at peace in my mind

Elevated to a higher state

Consciousness not limited in any type of space 

A simple phrase like too much on my plate

Trained to limit our minds and capabilities at face

Enlightenment calling me to a place

Not anywhere close to faraway

Within grasp

At my decisions stake 

Association leading me

Resuscitation or depreciation

Only dependent on one thing

Of which I have total control

My state of mind

Determines how I live

How I think within my time

Will I allow it to grow weeds in ignorance

Or will I plant what I want myself to reap

We're so distracted by fear and material things

Caught up in the stimulation

We might as will be called the stimulation generation

We are in constant need of the next high

Keep us away from exploring our own minds

Sinking into a comfortable state at all times

Being forced to grow

Hell no! 

We'll do anything to avoid the lows 

We find ourselves lost in the lies and the fear

Believing what we hear

Allowing constant pleasure to make things clear 

This lack of self-control

Is actually controlling our souls

We've let go of our power

Watched it grow rotten and sour

Relinquished what little strength we have

For the next T-shirt, the next car, TV show, or dab

So routine we don't realize we don't think

Robotic enough to check for an oil leak

Our fight for power against others is temporarily distracting

Behind our roles we don't realize we're  acting

So much so that were missing the realist truth

We're training up systematic and mind numb youth