When its everything above and below the infinite starscape,
A crisis so appealing to the romantic's depthless eye,
Marlboro sold me an image and it's chaos, confusion, nothing more nothing less.

Nobody move,
Nobody groove,
Just self-soothe,
Imperceptible and crude.

Thin and lithe in the crumbling perception of stardom,
Braindead at the end of the world and the beginning of time,
Create a lake, a boulder, a man of many shapes and sizes,
Follow closely or crush my feet under the pressure.

Nobody move,
Nobody groove,
Just self-soothe,
Imperceptible and crude.

Take the lead home, into the dusty attic,
The wind will still and my feet will plant,
The wood grows over some exposed bone,
I highly recommend leaving me alone
It's the best we can do in this chapter.

Nobody move,
Nobody groove,
Just self-soothe,
Imperceptible and crude.

Gift me the serenity,
The serenity to accept,
The serenity to accept,
What I cannot hear,
What I cannot see,
What I cannot touch,
What I cannot taste,
What I cannot smell.

What I cannot hear,
What I cannot see,
What I cannot touch,
What I cannot taste,
What I cannot smell,
I cannot accept.

I will never accept,
My face in a crowd,
Of a darkening dawn,
Hearkening to the trumpets,
Regal against the manifest destiny.

Gift me the serenity,
The serenity to accept,
The serenity of concept,
Fleshing out the ability,
Well it's all so trivial,
Trivial is the sound,
We are the sound,
******* when did we,
When did they deserve?
When did they ever deserve?!

Gift me the serenity,
The serenity to shut the **** up,
The serenity to accept my place,
Accept my place as peasant,
Cut away my hearing,
Cut away my sight,
Cut away my touch,
Cut away my taste
Cut away my smell.
Cause then I can accept,
I can find the serenity,
To accept what I cannot change.

For now I find pure anger,
Anger in your complicity,
In your utter serenity,
******* and your being,
******* and your money,
******* and your serenity.

We're in your walls and beating down your doors,
Mountains of the peasants you bleed dry,
Coming back to trudge against the policy,
Of complete and utter serenity.

God gifted you the ability to find serenity in what you could change.
A wise rain from the East comes in with vengeance in its mind,
A pool or two in your backyard turned bitter and tasting of iron,
The liquid creeps into the cracks of your astroturf and seeps into your showerhead.

Now bathe my friend, bathe in the blood of your inaction,
Your passive income ***** the prisoners and bombs the citizens,
A biography written upon the charred flesh of the children,
Tell me how you're God, you're God now, yeah you're gonna grant everyone the serenity to accept what they could fight to change.

Lost within space and time,
Memories turned sour as lime,
Crashing over a salty line,
Bringing me back to a scared mind,
Tell me what the hell was my crime?

Eyes unfocused inside the storms,
Crazy how a new perspective forms,
When taken from the conforms,
That shapes, molds, and transforms.

Asked God,
Who am I?
Asked Gaia,
Who am I?
Asked Osiris,
Who am I?
Asked Pan,
Who am I?

I found out that I'm my own god,
I'm my own mind,
I'm my own.
I own my mind.
I am my own god,
And I ask for a lot.

Hold your reservations,
For just a while longer,
I know you see I'm crumbling,
And you know there's nothing you can do,
Just hold on a little longer.

I'm slowly seeing colors,
Getting some more sober,
Will it finally be over,
Once I find my home and hunker?

Creeping up behind me,
Holding it over my head,
What else should it possibly be?
Where could have I been lead?
If not for the searing fire under my skin?

I'm slowly seeing colors,
Getting less and less sober,
Will it finally be over,
Once I find my home and hunker?

If I'm wild, If I'm uncontrollable,
Then I'm untouchable,
Don't you ******* touch me,
You sickly mangy hog,
I am nothing but god,
No I swear, I'm above it all,
I am, I promise, I beg,
Stop prying, stop vying,
I'm lost, I am, I beg,
Please call for the cops,
They'll shoot me,
Shoot me dead before you enter.

I'm slowly losing visibility,
Getting much less sober,
It'll never be over,
I'll never find a home outside my pretty head.

Hold your reservations,
For just a while longer,
I know you see I'm crumbling,
And you know there's nothing you can do,
Just hold on a little longer,
I'm finding ways to crack walls,
Taking chisels and hammers,
Please, hold on somewhat longer.

When sitting within the room where I was reborn,
I cannot tell if the fumes that I exhale are toxic,
When I'm so afraid for anyone to know me,
For what if they find out I'm a tyrant before I do?

Sitting in a crowded room with the lights,
Bearing down on my shoulders and tongue,
Manage the twisting shame through trials,
I am a twisted beast full of sin and carnage.

I am a twisted beast full of sin and carnage,
A dictator pleading with deities for forgiveness,
Ravage the next night with vicious vices,
I am nothing more than a young and dumb kid.

Sitting in a crowded room with the lights,
Bearing down on my shoulders and tongue,
Manage the twisting shame through trials,
I wish I was confident in my impoverished crimes.

Don't look my way, no, cause I'll feel it,
Bitterness that crawls into my throat-

Is it that I'm a bad dog?
Am I dog trained to protect myself?
Or am I a stray yearning for a home?
Can I follow someone home and curl into their lap?
Can I lick my own wounds and share them carefully?
Or will my hackles begin to raise as my lip curls?
Or will I turn to bite and tear at the hand's flesh?

Sitting in a crowded room with the limelights,
Bearing down on my shoulders and tongue,
Manage the twisting shame through trials,
I am a twisted beast full of sin and carnage.

I am as I was raised to be.

Why do you care for me at all,
When I can barely care for myself,
They say that you can't love someone,
Unless you begin to love yourself,
Then why do I still look for your smile?

Its all this debris that clutters the epicenter,
The point of no return was the moment you looked into my eyes and saw a human worthy of love,
I'd rather you curb stomp my head and take me out,
At least then I don't have to reconcile with the inevitable consequences of being alive.

The feelings are all the same,
Hopelessness, worthlessness, impending doom,
With the context of all that I was,
And all that I have become,
They feel mature these days,
Perhaps more manageable,
but I'd argue that they're worse,
The consequences are only tenfold,
I'm supposed to operate without hitch,
Yet here I am, reiterating the feeling of a fall.

the feeling of the fall

the feeling of the fall

the feeling of the fall

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