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This espresso tastes like poison, In spite of all I've added to cover the sweet bitterness I want to release rather than increase Release rather than increase My mind is full, from my ears to my neck to my head, A consistent pressure throbs It robs me of peace Of Mind We all go through it We are slaves We are victims Of long forgotten systems We live to work, and work to live Work to eat, and eat to work An endless cycle of compromise Open your eyes Your senses Smell the prosperity, the disparity The paradox Watch the rise of Pandora's Box Feed, greed, need I've planted the seeds of doubt And watched them grow Into luminous, prosperous trees They are silhouettes against the sun And against the backdrop of the moon You live in a cocoon Awaiting a metamorphosis that may or may never be I live in a cocoon Awaiting a metamorphosis that may Or may never Come
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC
Balance
This espresso tastes like poison, In spite of all I've added to cover the sweet bitterness I want to release rather than increase Release rather than increase My mind is full, from my ears to my neck to my head, A consistent pressure throbs It robs me of peace Of Mind We all go through it We are slaves We are victims Of long forgotten systems We live to work, and work to live Work to eat, and eat to work An endless cycle of compromise Open your eyes Your senses Smell the prosperity, the disparity The paradox Watch the rise of Pandora's Box Feed, greed, need I've planted the seeds of doubt And watched them grow Into luminous, prosperous trees They are silhouettes against the sun And against the backdrop of the moon You live in a cocoon Awaiting a metamorphosis that may or may never be I live in a cocoon Awaiting a metamorphosis that may Or may never Come
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC
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