sooner or later you'll find out your thoughts are a sin:
drugged and lugged through the halls you're living in
until you've accepted their embracing concepts
and their defacing analysis of your character; you're dead.
their pale, fluorescent lights hum in your head
and clean out the cobwebs that you've let build up
until you've been completely cleansed of your transgressions
and until you've figured out life's not about progression.
sooner or later you'll find out you're life's been overanalyzed:
created for the sake of boredom and then criticized
by yourself, your peers, and the people who you never knew;
they'd never known, not even yourself, but you guessed.
there was no reason to make an estimate, you're blessed
through your admission of self, sanctity, and painful denial
of the truths they'd tried to make you disbelieve;
now you're ready, you're certain, and soon, you'll be freed.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
sooner or later you'll find out your thoughts are a sin:
drugged and lugged through the halls you're living in
until you've accepted their embracing concepts
and their defacing analysis of your character; you're dead.
their pale, fluorescent lights hum in your head
and clean out the cobwebs that you've let build up
until you've been completely cleansed of your transgressions
and until you've figured out life's not about progression.
sooner or later you'll find out you're life's been overanalyzed:
created for the sake of boredom and then criticized
by yourself, your peers, and the people who you never knew;
they'd never known, not even yourself, but you guessed.
there was no reason to make an estimate, you're blessed
through your admission of self, sanctity, and painful denial
of the truths they'd tried to make you disbelieve;
now you're ready, you're certain, and soon, you'll be freed.
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