Bad people don't exist
For that implies a universal opinion
Good is good
Bad is bad
But what is truly "bad" can be seen as good
Is it good to be bad? Bad to be sad?
Good implies a hero, bad suggests a villain
But life isn't called fiction
It's called R-E-A-L-I-T-Y
Exclamatory! This ain't a story
Perpetuating whims that were made long ago
To be a "protagonist" is to be a pro at conflict
And when conflict equals death, wouldn't that be bad?
Or have we forgotten the cosmic vacuum?
Which renders it all futile?
Denial, the absence of sense leads to nonsense
So when freedom reigns, all we can do is speculate

Show off your skills
Discover a true talent
So that when you do
Slick salesmen can make it monetary
Is this purgatory?
Talent with no passion leads to a miscarry
Scary, living life one day at a time
Because when the years go by
Your passion will fly
Not soaring high, just coasting by.

Listen to your arguments
Sounding like armaments
Seeking not to convert
But to covertly overtake and conquer
Superiority breeds inferiority
So when you shoot for neither
You reach a bulls-eye, dead center
Focus on your path
Unless you want to be a copy
An unoriginal who can never be
The one who came before
Blood on the floor
Spells out "No encore for a war".

All I am is busy
Artificial demand
Who was the demented soul that created the mobile phone?
Separate lives, away from the scene
Now my freedom is taken
In a line of text, strings
A puppeteer behind the scenes
Superiority breeds inferiority
But in a land full of flawed monkeys
We are equal
Not in our rights, but in our ability to be feeble
After this line, I go back to the grind
Grinding my teeth
It's what I deserve
When will the happiness return?
Have I become too disturbed to learn?

Do you think I could enjoy life
With a brain full of strife?
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Giving more humanity to animals
While objecting to the broken
Building streets of concrete
That revolves around killing machines
Automaton, automatic service
Behind-the-scenes that are never meant to be seen
Do my eyes deceive me?
Turning taboos into trends, when will it all end?
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Can't take anymore
Just want to make my life better
But with the cost of it all
I'd be in debt till Fall
When will the fall come?
Nature come smite me down
Your children have turn-coated
Disposing of you by voting
Living in boxes, no wonder we are square
I'm just one man, one versus all
How can I keep fighting when no one else cares?
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Did we evolve?
All we do is dissolve
Whoever, whatever is out there
Absolve me from my involvement
Time is a circle, history is a sphere
All we have done is revolve.

"Keep up the good fight"
"Push on through"
Easy to say
When your body has no hiccups
Flaws dormant within me
Much more than skin deep
"Normal" has lost its effect on me
Never bow down to a standard
That fluctuates on the preacher
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I'm lost in the rain
With no umbrella for the pain
Drives me insane, was I ever sane?
Maintained my domain, packed with uncertainty
My name is the only truth I can ascertain
When it rains, it pours
I feel it within my pores
Please, give me some rapport
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Will it always be like this?
Waking up to a sun which I've grown numb to?
How long have I been like this?
Am I really me?
Does anyone know who I am?
Sending up a flare, no sign of a liferaft
Tripping over baggage I never knew I had
Listen to this S.O.S, I am in distress
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Befo­re my name is spoken by P.I's
I wish I could regress, decompress
No one to impress, pure life enjoyment
Fighting for a reason to justify our existence, why?
What is this?
Is it my fault?
I wish I could've prevented this gestalt.

Chores rhyme with bore
Cause it makes us want to snore
Distractions from reality
Suffering in daily living, while promoting attraction
Such a chain reaction
Could never spell satisfaction without the "i"
For I for once realize
That with no message, who can be the sender?
The truth we have known
Applies to us alone
Separate fact from fiction
How can I do so, when everything has no prediction?
Today's fiction, tomorrow's friction
An addiction to contradiction,
I'd call this fancy diction if I wasn't being constricted