I see the cadence. Random but altogether clear. This scorn was never mine. Though it's all that I hold dear. . Futile charity, holy promises. I dream it all away.
Maybe I should just kill you now. When we turn our backs on our consciousness. We put more than ourselves at risk. I could kill you, I could burn your eyes and hop the next train.
Who's world is this? Who's maddening world. Is this turned upside down or is right side up?. With peaceful lives now put at risk. It's thickening, it's so sickening.
Stiff as hell, fade to black, blackness swells. Forgetting never felt so good, yeah. Remembering only as a reference. Today is gauzed by how unhappy I am not.
And now I'm getting bored of laughing out loud. We wear ego like a shroud. And we won't shut up. Yeah, we've got it figured out this time, we're sure.
What made you think that we know?. If truth is a virus we're healthier than we know. Shaken, taken, hardly mistaken, withheld purpose. No clue of this life, cultured and nurtured with selection.
And this is where. I'm supposed to be impressed, isn't it?. Let me tell you. How overwhelmed I am. . Remind me to be in awe of you. Remind me to lie, remind me to smile.
Just you wait until this ends.. Just you wait till we learn.. Just you wait till we know.. Just you wait till we know.. . "I will wait to find out.. I swear I hope I'm wrong..
A tide of blue blood. A tide of mystic light so consuming, shadows take a life of their own. But you won't see them walk around, CFR, TLC. (Council on Foreign Relations, Tri-Lateral Commission).
Numbed to the bone, shaken down. Can you feel the thickness of twenty four hour days. Can you feel the world and your blood escalate. Can you feel your body from the neck up?.
I'm afraid you failed this term. We can meet again on my terms. You don't quite make the grade. Your pleas, your opinions do not mean a thing. . You preen yourself in the eyes of all.
Okay, we can stop now, time to this stop and go. We can stop pretending to be sane on this cold worn sidewalk. We look like fools today, much like yesterday.
This is the soundtrack to your life.. This is where it all begins.. Your conscience tried.. Your conscience has failed.. You're going nowhere fast.. Another track pleace..
Last time I swore it was the last time. I'd write these last rites to this last fight. By the third time around. I'm pretty well versed. . By the third time it still hurts.
I picked it up, I held it, I threw it away, I strayed. By far, one of the dumbest things I've done to myself. No embracement of the truth, it's gone. Progress unwound, ideals shut down.
I'm staring into the sun. Waiting for it to fall down. I've collapsed over this madness. My hair has been pulled out. I've tried but to no avail. . Me is resting, I finish.
Consume. Defecate. Consume again.. Hollow and empty. Consume.. And this is where we're at.. Running in reverse.. I'll tell you what you need to be through what you own..
I can still hear the fear behind your last gasp. Even above the flat slaps of my thumbs against this desk. You take a moment to rewind in your mind. If only you hadn't opened that hole beneath your nose.