Humored, presumed Hysterical for showing alarm Wise man, fuck you In the hands of wasters A means to an end Cast over us appraising eye Blind us with
Put it on yourself to be A role model, an image that you feel Should guide the habits to form a movement Of self-infatuated fools Keeping each to their
We aren't their hatch We are being bred through slavery Thought trained to succeed From here on the pain begins We're maggots cast, sea of struggle Bait
the scales of balance Secrets hidden, sin after sin in their eyes Understanding is now too late Utopia is banished The very moral trusted in Have brought
Prolonged exposure in a world Where I try to belong, I try to belong Character cessation On a major scale of depression Declining sense of fear A fear
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Saturating, pre-assuming icon of the youth Ways and means to call the shots Fingers in the pies which resign us from vacant urges Facing the bombardment
Pushed, promoted, justified Perhaps not guaranteed Reassuring cash transfer providing leads Media profile, fallacies we need? I think not, labels breed
Got time to kill Sometimes I wallow in the air Sometimes between a state Of good intention and pathos No worries, I've got time to kill Wear my bleeding
Not lacking insight or impetus to shout behind ideas That reforms in us will bring about As parallels we run so close yet as I try to draw to you Incoherence
No way forward or back, in stalemate, we stagnate Life cycle is an automation, instinctively, we race to get ahead? And now our virgin minds are raped
Got to grab all you can - a perversion!=0BOnce you had the gall to = even up the score, moving in common circles, where the circles stood = for human
: I abstain! Summon my pride? What? Pride behind your blinkered eyes? Your vigilance is shit "The lads together" - you fall! Smug complacency, Notions
scales of balance, Secrets hidden, Sin after sin in their eyes. Understanding is now too late, Utopia is banished, The very morals trusted in have brought
: No way forward or back, In stalemate, we stagnate, Life cycle is an automation, Instinctively, we race to get ahead? And now our virgin minds are
: Taste me, You made me what I am, Mind polluting worthless fuck. Am I the mental feast, Bruised and scarred, The underdog. A pawn within a losers
: Saturating, pre-assuming icon of the youth, Ways and means to call the shots, Fingers in the pies which resign us from vacant urges, Facing the bombardment
: Not lacking insight or impetus to shout behind ideas that reforms in us Will bring about. (As) parallels we run so close yet as I try to draw to you
