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4:20am

time gives way to the broken sensation

of loud electronica

its thriving Bass has no consideration

of humanity or emotion

but we can all relate to that

its just a fact

 

that ours is a generation of apathy

whether it be;

apathy in contentment

or apathy in despair

we just don't care

and i am sick of those words

 

"i don't care."

its pure but subtle poison fed to us

from some iron tower that will never see rust

and it will never stop transmitting

it's signals to you

though it seems the message is getting through

and I'm not labelling you, lets make that clear

But I'll tell you my biggest fear:

 

that we're all going down a drain

and its one without love, the one without pain

'cause its the easiest path to travel

fear consumes me at this thought

for we're being turned into something we're not

 

but in this grey suburbia air

there is no raindrop with a pair

and i can't find somebody to love

of that; this lonely Vancouver rain will always remind me

its eternal forests dripping up from the sea

 

i need to unwind and find the time.

goodnight suburbia...

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Feb 4, 2010
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