Center point

You are missing the point on the center of the picture
With all those blinds who don't see the white elephant
Sitted over the table at the dinner
Big and smelling shit
And nobody say a thing
And you are missing it

In the name of society
In name of obedience
You choose don't see
In the name of God
In the name of image
You choose don't think

Losing it, as they suck into your veins
With logical abstraction placed at your back
A point that itch, but you don't scratch
And what will be left is a dried body death at the corner

Because you are going after little distractions in the way
The sweet blocks the tasteless of truth