Look at life
Look at reality
Do we?
No.

We look at life
through electric dreams,
Electric machines
As if what we see
Isn't real.

Until the illusion
Is broken,
And we are forced to
Accept reality

That is when the pain
Is too real
the suffering
Is too real

Machines are emotional shields

I am here.
It is now.

I'm not there.
It is yesterday.

I will be there.
It is tomorrow.

Where am I?
I don't know.

I'm not here.
It is not now.

Am I alive.
Or dead.

Do I care.
Maybe.

It is now,
And later.

See you soon.
Together we will be.

Together now, later and yesterday.
Together forever.

Details, details, details.
The more things in my head,
the more things on the page.

The idea's flow.
Too fast, too beautiful.
Me, not quick enough
to put them down.

To down, not as I see them.
Depression is part of the progress.,
part of the art.

Sitting in the place
Everyone wants to be.
Watching the world go by
Without me.

Following a routine set out for me
Day by day.
The endless prüfun.
On and on.

Living like Cobb,
Trapped in a dream.
A dream meant to satisfy,
Yet keeps me prisoner.

If the end came today.
Not tomorrow or in 100 years.
If the end came today.

If your mom ran in and told you to pack
What would you do?
Grab the essentials and run.

You know what I'd do?
Get dressed,
Put on headphones
and play music.

The  walk outside while the world takes a ****.
And watch the other people running
And panicking.
While I let the music play.

That's what I'd do.
What would you do?

They call us when things are bad.
When no one else can help.
When all their ways have failed.
When life is over.

They release us.
When war is inevitable.
When the enemy was won.
When all is lost.

They force us to help.
When they can't help themselves.  
When bad does more than good.
When plans fall to the ground.

They call us the bad guys.
Well we are bad.
But not evil.
We have honour among thief's.

Who are we?
The last option.
The one who are thrown under the bus.
The Suicide Squad.