The Social Construct

A satellite beckons me.  What has become of what should be?
A golden age delusive.  So well adjusted to the lie.

Form a line.  Get inside.  Once I'm with you, we'll find the way to freedom.  We'll speak with the stars.
Redefine the social construct.  Relearn who we are.

A candlelight vigil held for those to strive to live an imitation existence mistaken for the real thing.

Form a line.  Get inside.  Once I'm with you, we'll find the way to freedom.  We'll speak with the stars.
Redefine the social construct.  Relearn who we are.

We'll find the way to freedom.  We'll speak with the stars.
Redefine the social construct.  Relearn who we are.

© Austin Taft.  Published by Timewave Music Publishing (ASCAP).

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