: 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
: 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
: 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
: Sadness, despair. Sometimes the things I cherish, Sometimes that's all I've got, And that's enough. Bitterness, anger. Man made torture, Not to be
: Pushed, promoted, justified? Perhaps not guaranteed. Reassuring cash transfer providing leads, Media profile - fallacies we need? I think not! Labels
: Thought trained to succeed. From here on the pain begins. We're maggots, cast in the sea of struggle - Bait for the big fish. Crawl, forever crawling
: Reproach envelopes me. A hierarchy through violence-street society. I voice my contempt. Convinced of my immunity. Yet on a smaller scale, In my
: Got to grab all while you can - a perversion! Once you had the gall to even up the score, Moving in common circles, Where the circles stood for human
: Sometimes I wallow, in an air, Somewhere between a state of good intention and pathos - no worries! I've got time to kill! Wear my bleeding heart
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
