The balance is wrong
It’s all out of sync
I don’t know what to do?
I don’t know what to think?
Slowly so slowly
It faded away
Until all that was left
Was this pale shade of grey?
Monotonous faces
Silently scream
Monotonous faces
Forever chasing the dream
Existence is futile
Humility’s dead
The time is now right
To lay down your sweet head
No pain will you feel
As this is not real
An illusion created
To encompass the thrill
Take stock
Of this life
As you drift and depart
Secure in the knowledge
Of the
State of the Art