Cosmetic Plague

Being honest is no means of survival
Avoid your inner-feelings like the plague
This is what it takes to comply with the images this structure will accomodate
But things aren’t what they seem
When they’re partially hidden behind walls of pretence built for peace of mind
The barriers between us are forever maintained by our acceptance of the roles others choose to define

In a world of competition life’s portrayed as a contest
Where we’re forced to live by making gains at others expense
But no-one’s really gaining
When perpetual conflict’s the result of our relationships based on pretence
We don’t need this cultural cosmetic division
It upholds the self-interest
On which the system feeds
A deconditioned consciousness of mutual respect
Is the only way to cure this cosmetic disease.

Lyrics; Nick Blinko

Music; Rudimentary Peni