The Disintegration Of Man

© 2017 Mark Cote

You love the money
you love to control
but who will be around
when you get old

you sold your soul
to corporate gold
but who's hand
does it really hold?

(chorus) Is this the disintegration of man?
                  when imagination melts into the sand
                  when all you've felt is all you know
                  is this the disintegration of man?

you eat the words
that are fed to you
does it make you sick
does it make you blue

it changes you
from who I knew
vivid colors
now transparent hues

(chorus)

when the dream of what you want
turns to who you are
a piece of you is lost
so very far
we don't know
who we are

(chorus)