I'm Awake Now

I don't feel blue
No I feel grey
Not glad or sad in any way
Just the truth
The cold hard truth
The rebels are few
On this grey day

The clouds are here to stay
Rain
Washes away my pain
Ruins my magazine
Distracts me
From this society

This isn't rocket science 
If it were then I would quit
I don't like this
Not one bit
The glorifying of war
The fame the names
The sameness
Things I guess
Have taken precedence

And they are the king
The undisputed despot
That has enslaved this race
Our concience rebels 
Against it
What hell has sent it
Printed faces that tell us
Our destiny