There is no objective meaning to life
So how do you expect me to get down and deep
With limited eyes seeing blinders in the corner of my peripherals?
It's residual, I begged to shake these thoughts like snowflakes
in a crystal, they have scattered up and down til I can't
See the image plastered down the walls of my illusions
Confusion? If only that was true, I see more now than I see in you
How can I feel deep and meaningful when all of this contrived highlights
It's all just my brain bleeding, scattered my drip drops of rage
Do they flip flop? The page has hit lift off, I'm out of the realm
of what I knew to be self development hell compelling me
To scatter fragmants of wanton and wear
But see unless I point that out you'd never know it's there
Because I'm supposed to plaster on a smile and feed you lines
that you desire to add meaning to life, or add a voice down the wire
If I sit upon my laurels you'd think that I had nothing new to say or never
thought about abstractions til they bubble and boil to heady
broth overflowing staining the floors screaming "my god make this stop"
I don't wear my head upon my sleeve, I keep my helmet on
So go ahead and think I'm surface level, I also like to be wrong
Talk to your friends, I'm sure they're dark and mysterious
They have such strong perspectives, they're in touch with the furious
I need to voice at all times? Does my bark not befit you
I'm not a dog meant to bark at every meaning that drives through
I take no solace in wallowing in the depth of another
I don't expect you to read this and gain a sense of the other
I'm not writing to bring you a route down back to your soul
Because you're soulless and weary, I don't claim that I have control
We're spinning in the toilet in a chamber of meaning
Whose **** stinks more than others, why lets compare them and eat it
Consuming excretions is all you get from your dealings
Because nothing is deep, when the bottom is fleeting.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
There is no objective meaning to life
So how do you expect me to get down and deep
With limited eyes seeing blinders in the corner of my peripherals?
It's residual, I begged to shake these thoughts like snowflakes
in a crystal, they have scattered up and down til I can't
See the image plastered down the walls of my illusions
Confusion? If only that was true, I see more now than I see in you
How can I feel deep and meaningful when all of this contrived highlights
It's all just my brain bleeding, scattered my drip drops of rage
Do they flip flop? The page has hit lift off, I'm out of the realm
of what I knew to be self development hell compelling me
To scatter fragmants of wanton and wear
But see unless I point that out you'd never know it's there
Because I'm supposed to plaster on a smile and feed you lines
that you desire to add meaning to life, or add a voice down the wire
If I sit upon my laurels you'd think that I had nothing new to say or never
thought about abstractions til they bubble and boil to heady
broth overflowing staining the floors screaming "my god make this stop"
I don't wear my head upon my sleeve, I keep my helmet on
So go ahead and think I'm surface level, I also like to be wrong
Talk to your friends, I'm sure they're dark and mysterious
They have such strong perspectives, they're in touch with the furious
I need to voice at all times? Does my bark not befit you
I'm not a dog meant to bark at every meaning that drives through
I take no solace in wallowing in the depth of another
I don't expect you to read this and gain a sense of the other
I'm not writing to bring you a route down back to your soul
Because you're soulless and weary, I don't claim that I have control
We're spinning in the toilet in a chamber of meaning
Whose **** stinks more than others, why lets compare them and eat it
Consuming excretions is all you get from your dealings
Because nothing is deep, when the bottom is fleeting.
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