Watching the profound sorrow
of villains running the show.
A final whimper of hope.
A somber salutations to the death of freedom.

Taking more than your fair share.
It's not like you even care.

Because you're dressed to the nine.
Ready to galavant and have a good time.

Honey, Ms.Piggy ain't got **** on you.
Color me crazy.
I'm seeing double.

Swimming upstream
against the current
Of a bad dream.

Reality isn't set in stone.
It's more or less a tone.
A calm flicker of light.
In the fight of your life,
are you winning?

I should be happy for you
but I'm not.
I should congratulate you
but I won't.
I should let go of you
but I can't.

I guess, I'm just petty.

Waiting ever so patiently;
to come out of my she'll.
One wing out of the cocoon.
And I'm ready to fly.
Or at least try.

I always thought you'd be near.
To catch me when I fall.
But you weren't there at all.

I'll wear my scarlet letter
with no shame.
My new given name.
With no one left to blame
but myself.

Some scars are easier to hide.
But both still feel the same.

Even if you don't exist.
The idea of you,
has kept me going.

Even if it's lackadaisical
with a heavy helping of delusion.
It's better than nothing.

My mind is a tornado.
Whipping through my thoughts,
on an endless loop.

Distorting memory and fantasy and blending them together.
In a warm drink of fuckery.

I'm smiling right through you.
With a thousand yard stare.
I'm doing fine.
Just a little manic.

Casually accepting
we're living in a dystopian nightmare.
We've been training for this moment.

Years of all this
chaos and fuckery has aged us.

When will we wake up
from this fever dream?
And at what cost?

There's no coming back from the cliff we've been pushed off.

We are the hive mind.
A collective of self depravity.
Wrapped up in Pandora's box.

Like ants climbing into their hill
Descending deeper and deeper into the hell they've created.

Are we any different?

Compliments are just friendly reminders; that the mirror and our thought are both compulsive liars.
Sent from the depths of hell
to drag us back down with them.
We're smiling through our tears.
But for what?
At least we're okay, right?
I don't know who's real anymore.

Freedom is just a word most of us can't afford. .
It really only happens when you have a fat stack.
These days freedom is taking whatever you want and ******* over, everybody else.
In whatever position you'd like.

The only winner in life's trials are the ones brave enough to shout their dissent.

Control is merely a word to be taken in context.
If you could smell the desperation in the air.
You'd notice pleasant notes of petchulance and defeat.
Guising as false bravado our enemy lies like a motorboat whipping through the swamp he never drained.