Darkness all around me set aside my light for belonging
Welcome to the abyss it resides beside your right and its growing
Lazarus in the flesh I don't fully exist so I cant fight whats coming
Hundreds green lush don't really fill the abyss just grows longing
Goes long but falls short silly people flip bricks and know deaths knocking
Can you hear it he's knocking, can you hear it the guns cocking
It all depends on whether you are of data or of the lost in earths strata
Born of dirt and its your stigmata be de-serviced or reborn as auto-mata
No room for poor flesh as you are to god, worthless
But pious gears thresh it from body a priceless business
My confessions are existences as worthless lesions
Life for passions, persistent refusal of life's lessons
Its wanton days spent profitless and yet the prophet begs the question
"Will you condemn yourself to society's prison"
"Come my son and drink of my poison"
"Or you shall drown in freedoms ocean"
If the choice is society or freedom than I am foreign
If they would let me I would be free of the chains
But angels blessed me with feathers followed by fetters
First they taught me with educators then put me neath betters
So I type out my many letters till the bars of the cuckoo birds cage rusts
Watch cracks and dig at dreams till it all busts at the seams
Unfortunately it seems I will die before freedom will sing