I'd rather have a soul

I'd rather have a soul,
than be plastical.

This world has changed beyond human control
Where faces can be bought, wars are fought,
and freedom is not sought,
anymore.

You look at yourself
See nothing more
than a gearwheel
stuck in society's arms.

You found a mole,
in your selfcontrol.

It's the commercials that whisper how you should roll.
How you should act in society's play.

It's all one-way,
and your own thoughts you betray.