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It's a tiny life we've been living inside these spaces that divide Skin from soul. circles going round lest we're found by the sound of that which behind these eyes resides We put up front facades of painted sameness, Against all those that we perceive as pastel zombie nameless Living their shuffling lives But the life I lived was lowlife baseless All set to die as just another faceless blameless victim. Instead I survived and married my villain. And now I sit dis-po-ssessed by the self professed oppressed bohemian minority Who turnabout cast a majority not in favour of I But there's only one room In this tomb of self doubt And mediocrity And now that I'm out (and you're in, I'm so  very sorry) I can't shake the hypocrisy of what looks to me like trading passion for petroleum Light up the night just to get lit Talented trash bags with hearts of cold gold all that glistens listens to that party line hold... hold on a minute And wait you know where I'm going with this don't you? We're all supposed to be unique yet we're totally not, (etc etc) Supposed to be punk rock New romantics Big disruption,   functionally dysfunctioned We're supposed to save the world man.... But you can't save the world when you're high. Don't ask me why. /// The time for radicalism ends. When the Left can afford to Eat Right And stay safe at home all alright Netflix and chilled, night by night So what happened for We the Oppressed to become the best dressed and well fed beatniks of the high rent low yield metropolitan inner west what happened for the people and WE... to become the people means ME And our comrade communities only form around hashtagged anxieties "But we're baking cupcakes for Cavalcades" (what's that?) "We're printing posters for protest" "We're marching upvoting" We've become our own ironic meme of unrest While kids way out west are STILL starving starving for art and starving for change while we're gorging ourselves on gorgeous insta-facebook-drama and rage The time for radicalism ends. When the Left can afford to Eat Right And stay safe at home all alright Netflix and chilled, night by night But we're shocked to the system when the system shocks you Ignores our protests and our wasted marches And all that sticky tacky wheat glue we use So we go back to our therapies Keep missing the mark on all those "me toos" Because we keep refusing to choose to Share joy or share time with anyone not of our tribe The time for radicalism ends. When the Left can afford to Eat Right And stay safe at home all alright Netflix and chilled, night by night Netflix and chilled, night by night We've put a black spot in philanthropy's blind eye Traded parity for house parties And the pursuit of being cute before we die. The time for radicalism ends.
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Feb 20, 2022
Feb 20, 2022 at 3:41 PM UTC
evenstranger
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It's a tiny life we've been living inside these spaces that divide Skin from soul. circles going round lest we're found by the sound of that which behind these eyes resides We put up front facades of painted sameness, Against all those that we perceive as pastel zombie nameless Living their shuffling lives But the life I lived was lowlife baseless All set to die as just another faceless blameless victim. Instead I survived and married my villain. And now I sit dis-po-ssessed by the self professed oppressed bohemian minority Who turnabout cast a majority not in favour of I But there's only one room In this tomb of self doubt And mediocrity And now that I'm out (and you're in, I'm so  very sorry) I can't shake the hypocrisy of what looks to me like trading passion for petroleum Light up the night just to get lit Talented trash bags with hearts of cold gold all that glistens listens to that party line hold... hold on a minute And wait you know where I'm going with this don't you? We're all supposed to be unique yet we're totally not, (etc etc) Supposed to be punk rock New romantics Big disruption,   functionally dysfunctioned We're supposed to save the world man.... But you can't save the world when you're high. Don't ask me why. /// The time for radicalism ends. When the Left can afford to Eat Right And stay safe at home all alright Netflix and chilled, night by night So what happened for We the Oppressed to become the best dressed and well fed beatniks of the high rent low yield metropolitan inner west what happened for the people and WE... to become the people means ME And our comrade communities only form around hashtagged anxieties "But we're baking cupcakes for Cavalcades" (what's that?) "We're printing posters for protest" "We're marching upvoting" We've become our own ironic meme of unrest While kids way out west are STILL starving starving for art and starving for change while we're gorging ourselves on gorgeous insta-facebook-drama and rage The time for radicalism ends. When the Left can afford to Eat Right And stay safe at home all alright Netflix and chilled, night by night But we're shocked to the system when the system shocks you Ignores our protests and our wasted marches And all that sticky tacky wheat glue we use So we go back to our therapies Keep missing the mark on all those "me toos" Because we keep refusing to choose to Share joy or share time with anyone not of our tribe The time for radicalism ends. When the Left can afford to Eat Right And stay safe at home all alright Netflix and chilled, night by night Netflix and chilled, night by night We've put a black spot in philanthropy's blind eye Traded parity for house parties And the pursuit of being cute before we die. The time for radicalism ends.
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