Passage

You sit there lying in shame, confused, hurt, forsaken by the game.
In the darkest reaches of your mind, lies the truth, but still you remain blind.
Through the eyes of the damned you reach out your hand, while they bite the hand that feeds. In the body of the dead you live, sucking the life from around you, blankly staring into the screen. Into your box live your goals and dreams, the world around you an imaginary thing. Reality fades away and you play your scene. A robot to the masses, adored evermore, the celebrities warp your minds and change your lives, manipulated by the media selling their lies. This world is damned as are it’s inhabitants, the hope lies in our retribution. Our death is our passage from this place, our acknowledgment of truth. Our escape from this corruption.

Passage

Linc Brown

Kimball, United States

  • Artist
    Notes
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.