To Behave in a Servile or Demeaning Manner

It goes straight to my soul like
An independant media
Convincing me to believe in
All it's propaganda
So I won't be afraid
And this world it has to end
But more like a flower
Bending towards the sun

It's photosynthesis
Turned to photography
And animated points of view
That turn me in to trusting you
With my life
And imagination died
So all that's left is what I'm taught
No matter how hard I fought
To keep from dying out
Like extinction is state of mind
And we can change our destiny

But God is in control
More than you'll ever know
At least if you don't let go
You'll have some independence left
But what use is that
If you can't make decisions on your own

The water was created
And God is in your dreams
Telling you who you are
And what you're going to be
And you might think that it's ok to act out

But the mountains you have lept weren't always there
And the field where you slept used to be bare

Before the berries and the leaves
Took a chance and chose to believe
So they fell further than you
Could ever hope to fall

It's grovelling
Turned to gravity
And comic points of view
No they're not mine
It's a different kind
And it doesn't work for me
But then suddenly
The crashing of the waves
Sing a melody so sweet
It's much better than my dreams
And that's the night you'll see
When you look at the stars
White, yellow or blue
It's more or less up to you

But colour was created
And God is self-esteem
Telling you who you are
And everything you might be
And you might think that it's ok to attack

But the mountains you have lept weren't always there
And the field where you slept used to be bare