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Spare me your wisdom,
As we’re sickened,
As we’re led off the cliffs,
Into the depths.
Through the trials you drag us,
Purging the perfect,
Injuring the innocent.
There is no success without unrest.
Why conduct us through this suffering?
The vilest our minds can process.
How can we subscribe,
While you force us to die?
An arrow pierced through the eye,
Protesting your vision of decline.
You sit back and ignore the cries.
Death, poverty, without subside.
Enslavement, holocaust, divide.
How can we subscribe?
All life on earth,
Burned and buried alive.
Have mercy on us.
After all, after all, you are…
Have mercy on us.
After all, after all you are the creator.
The vilest our minds can process.
How can we subscribe,
While you force us to die?
An arrow pierced through the eye,
Protesting your vision of decline.
Existence, we can’t trust.
Reparations, only dust.
Through trials, we combust.
At least you must
Prove it to us.
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Fabricator
03:25
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Under a dim-lit sky,
No reasons why are brought before me.
We chase dollar signs, the necessary grinds,
Metaphoric chimes, ring unsuited pride so unnerving.
Prosthetic smiles, consider your trials.
Committed to the lies, the fabricated lines, they believe they live freely.
Conforming mimes, follow so blind.
Networks exist beneath these streets.
We reside somewhere the naked eye can’t see.
Within the corner shadows you'll find me.
Fighting the power, resisting your mainstream.
Igniting everything,
Rejecting all you attempt to sell me.
You won’t fucking sell me.
We’re too locked in.
Amazed by your disgrace.
Amazed by who you praise.
So exploit every imperfection in me.
Extract the most oppressive judgments.
Inject them, feed off of them like adrenaline.
Your slander is a placebo at best.
Inject them, feed off of them like adrenaline.
Exhaust yourself, fatigue your limits.
Inject them. Euphorize yourself. Embrace the stimulus.
It won't make a bit of difference.
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Tribulations
03:13
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Enter seas of black
Leaving me perplexed
Self-abused,
Glutinous truths.
A test of will,
Of calm and still.
To understand he can’t
Respond to demand.
Cross me once- you will learn
Cross me twice- you will fail
Cross me thrice- you will burn
Desperate.
Sprawled out and weak.
Pleading for
Sources to
Survive.
Crawling for atonement
One last time.
Stretched across the
Planks they deliver the
Near-lifeless
Remnants of man.
Self-abused
With glutinous truths.
To understand he can
No longer respond to demand.
The ground shakes with transience,
Open earth, awaiting recompense.
Pick me up. Pick me up.
Lift me through adversity.
Pick me up. Pick me up.
Prove to make the best of me.
Pick me up. Revelate.
Pick me up. Enlighten.
For the benefit of man,
Pick me up. Carry me to sanctity.
Overturn this demented reality.
I can only dream,
I can only dream of a place,
I can only dream of a place working in harmony.
I can only dream of a place marching in camaraderie.
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False Operative
04:02
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Deaf ears incite the chaos.
Never a trip in their stride.
Never diverting from their one-way path.
There is only one answer.
One set path through life.
With lines pre-drawn suited to their needs,
Their megaphone blares until receiving ears bleed.
Children are gunned down.
Anxious nation can’t breathe.
Where denials thrive, resolutions cease.
Conserve primitive ideals, aged nearly 250 years.
But the past is a foreign culture.
Are you really offended or do you just choose to be?
Are you the one being stripped of your rights?
Are you the one with your back against the wall?
Agenda rationalized,
By selective criticism.
Your platform is just a boast,
Catering to only those you cherish most.
Unchallenged rhetoric
Will never be disproved.
You never challenge,
So you’re always sold.
With lines pre-drawn suited to their needs,
Their megaphone blares until receiving ears bleed.
Children are gunned down.
Anxious nation can’t breathe.
Where denials thrive, resolutions cease.
Formulaic Reaction. Another non-action.
You value pedigree over accomplishments.
Deaf ears incite the chaos,
Never a trip in their stride.
Disarm the false patriots
Until they comprehend true pride.
So, about face and swallow the resistance.
Eat your words and live them.
Your lives are now a consequence.
And I’m just a bystander, pondering this division.
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