No Hope for the Hopeless (Dump from the Past)

You try to tempt fate
but you annihilate any chance of redemption
Of that long-sought connection
Lost because you lost your direction
Amongst the disarray and confusion
You destroy anything left to your decisions
With much personal derision
You encounter the end of the limits that your mind can function
Taken from your hands, control is rarely given
Out to those who might really need it
Could properly apply it, could accurately display this
Illusion of granduer, blasphemous slander
Endless banter, slightly slanted in an evil fashion
A darkest passion, born from the likes of humankind
It's a facet in the stone of the human mind
Something we need to learn to realign
But they reject your thoughts, purely in spite
Of the fact that they value the find
The key to a better, hopeful life
Of progress instead of strife
Because it's a damned hard thing to change a human's patterns
You got to understand, you're changing the human condition
Laying waste to hundreds of decades of "divine" opinion
Stating a reckoning to the untold billions, the uncounted minions,
The discounted freedoms they force-feed us in these god-damned beast cages
All held-fast by the sins we created out of our own volition
Violations of our mind, body, logic, emotion
Only an option because of exploitation
By the elite, bourgeoisie, divinely appointed,
These "leaders" we deem of superior opinion
Because we can't seem to trust our own decisions
So we look for someone that can shoulder the burden
And in exchange, they get our hearts and our passions
All in the name of nationalism, or in today's age, patriotism
But you prefer something akin to individualism
An individual responsibility given to each of us
And at birth, removed through a lengthy process
A well-nuanced study of the human conscience
Secretly advanced under the name of "government"
More accurately christened "Population Control Attendants"
They tell us everything that is good for us
Tell us of everything that is recommended thusly
With the mistaken notion that they're inherently trustworthy
Forcing just questioning into the fabled stuff of conspiracies
You're labeled an outcast because of your political and societal theories
Essentially, you find it very frustrating, mortally infuriating
Hopeless to change the condition of anything
Because the fact of the matter is no one is listening
They're all content to continue on casually
Like sheep with a shepherd, onto the slaughtering