Sorry I can't relate to you
or if my act seems see through
as the voices scream I'm destined to lose
on a path that Im told I can choose
yet the only one praised seems lead to a land of fools
how does a man covey
the truths that we evade
its like we're playing a game
we know no winners escape
I'm at a loss for words
and the more that I blurt
the more it seems absurd
contemplating what is worse
to quit this race and go unheard
or push on only to be burned
wading in a world of hurt
reducing it all to a blur
Nation, or relation,
religion or procreation
assimilates me deeper
into disassociation
maybe they taught me how to fear all the hatred
but rarely how some love and cheer can change the situation
now I'm just exhausted
waiting for the rules to change
being accosted
by those who always point the blame
reptilian brains
thats been raised
bound by chains
to anothers mission
driven insane
by the thoughts ingrained
with repetition
same old same
to envision
imposed superstitions
to be swallowed whole
polluted souls
who no longer have control
with no indication
no escape
no letting go
sickened and disgusted by your ******* cause
to raise a sense of greed
for everything
above of all
the more feelings taken from me
the more I feel like a machine
that I never wanted to be
am I too far from rescuing?
in a group of robots
who know not what they do
who will use any excuse
to continue what their used to
am I the only one who seems to see this cell?
because when I point it out I am told to go to hell
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
Sorry I can't relate to you
or if my act seems see through
as the voices scream I'm destined to lose
on a path that Im told I can choose
yet the only one praised seems lead to a land of fools
how does a man covey
the truths that we evade
its like we're playing a game
we know no winners escape
I'm at a loss for words
and the more that I blurt
the more it seems absurd
contemplating what is worse
to quit this race and go unheard
or push on only to be burned
wading in a world of hurt
reducing it all to a blur
Nation, or relation,
religion or procreation
assimilates me deeper
into disassociation
maybe they taught me how to fear all the hatred
but rarely how some love and cheer can change the situation
now I'm just exhausted
waiting for the rules to change
being accosted
by those who always point the blame
reptilian brains
thats been raised
bound by chains
to anothers mission
driven insane
by the thoughts ingrained
with repetition
same old same
to envision
imposed superstitions
to be swallowed whole
polluted souls
who no longer have control
with no indication
no escape
no letting go
sickened and disgusted by your ******* cause
to raise a sense of greed
for everything
above of all
the more feelings taken from me
the more I feel like a machine
that I never wanted to be
am I too far from rescuing?
in a group of robots
who know not what they do
who will use any excuse
to continue what their used to
am I the only one who seems to see this cell?
because when I point it out I am told to go to hell
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