I feel so invaded, too many complications,
Bound by my frustrations, I can't decide which way I'm going.
Exterminate the mould that's cut for us by the government,
Procrastinate the bodiless exultation of cyberspace,
Tortured tones arise perpetual eyes.
Comfort
Irate
Iconoclasm nirrored to a spasm,
I am sedated.
The strains that hold me down are breaking.
Feeling thoughts not irratating, generate divide and swallow
Demented thought lay fourth it's ground.
Projected disembodied consciousness.
Into a cold consensual hallucination.
Sympathetic proficiency loved, prosthetic webwork turned into deranged social darwinism.
Its like some form of vodoo, i've tried to hold it, tears fall like raindrops, dead ink on windows, new lines of pain are etched into my face.
I try to find some strength I can embrace.
Weightless future so why do we go on living like we hope for a tomorrow?
They'll subsequently mark your soul.
We have to find the source where hollow promises are made.
Imbue your mind, manifest apparition, painted sign, grandiloquent lies.
Speckled in taste the sh** we waste.
Spawn from the matrix it makes sense that i am sedated.
We are bait for the churning doctrine, spitting truth, freedom decline.
Answers stapled re-occuring time after time.