With a whirlpool of intentions and a focus greatly skewed
My declaration of disdain with my voice has this imbued:
Having ****** into the chaos of a modern need for thriving
With a trust that all my actions give me credit for surviving
Don't ask me for my progress, as I doubt you want to hear it
You've picked out your priority, yet contention makes you fear it
Bursted bubbles of illusion gave you free fall to the curse
of scatter plots for your design as you could only make it worse
Pick apart and yes unravel every thought you've come across
Shifted eyes upon the prize has darted off and at a loss
Identity has forced my hand to cry out for the masses
But contrivances you understand are killing off our chances
Everyone is sure and no one seems to quite grasp the fact
That catharsis marks a farce as art and we're all caught up in the act
Set the stage, turn the page, start from the top, we know it's crucial
Knowing meaning is a feeling, but the feeling it seems is mutual
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
With a whirlpool of intentions and a focus greatly skewed
My declaration of disdain with my voice has this imbued:
Having ****** into the chaos of a modern need for thriving
With a trust that all my actions give me credit for surviving
Don't ask me for my progress, as I doubt you want to hear it
You've picked out your priority, yet contention makes you fear it
Bursted bubbles of illusion gave you free fall to the curse
of scatter plots for your design as you could only make it worse
Pick apart and yes unravel every thought you've come across
Shifted eyes upon the prize has darted off and at a loss
Identity has forced my hand to cry out for the masses
But contrivances you understand are killing off our chances
Everyone is sure and no one seems to quite grasp the fact
That catharsis marks a farce as art and we're all caught up in the act
Set the stage, turn the page, start from the top, we know it's crucial
Knowing meaning is a feeling, but the feeling it seems is mutual
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