White faces

monotonous tones embedded in the sides of white faces,
thinking of future, tears welled up inside and betting on dog races,
orange lights that light the streets, not that of the moon, not of stars,
smoky black clouds that encircle ones sky, standing behind a mind of bars,
i came to see the future, the beginning and the end,
it started with just one, with just a few twists and a fucking bend,
white scared faces who believe in intelligent life and rules we abide,
easily hypnotized into an illusion, an end we cant decide,
it so fucking obvious that we were just a plan,
why do we need to find why? what would we gain?
red faces why do we need a purpose? why do we need to know?
isnt it just obvious we are just puppets, a stream with even flow,
flying machines and coffee beans, Styrofoam and barbies with crossing seams,
wireless connections and 7 elevens, gas stations and lucky sevens,
it is all the truth we need,
sad white faces just smile and you can see that all we were meant to do,
was just breed, breed, breed.