How long this existence lasts?
Obsolete hatred in tainted accusations
that it is I who within this reality
that borders schizophrenia.
Why is it you've shown me
the ephemera in us?
Fleeting moments go by
all to fast, must be hard to cherish.
I'd turn away to if I weren't me.
I never said I was brave,
just nodded my head in a cowardly way.
Couldn't I have believed in
the light just a little longer?
They say ignorance is bliss,
I say it's almost religious experience.
Undiluted love of the ages
and what's really kept Man
from destroying themselves.
Those dreamers who everyone
wants to grow up, get a life
and become a productive part of Society.
All the while these ragtag Shamans
are worshipped in the darkest corner
of an automatons wheezing "soul".
Some call it freedom,
how many would really know?
What is it that has us chained?
It has bound us and seared our eyes
yet this enemy caresses us as lover,
and we become aroused.
It's our basist insinct.
Everyone has an animal inside.
Do you see yours?
Would it consume you
while you revel in it,
never aware of the ones you hurt?
All to often the answer is yes.
Love becomes depression today,
tomorrow and forever. It's all the rave.
Someone once said it is better
to have loved and lost
than to not have loved at all.
I agree with Mr. Tommy Lee Jones.
Try it sometime. Who can argue that logic?
Can't miss what you've never had, right?
But then there is longing...
I guess it's a double edged sword.
Inspiration brings light into the world,
awe's us with the human imagination
and allows us to make
the Cube clearer for a moment.
But all to often it's consumed by greed.
It's commercialized and
sold to us for only $19.95.
Creativity for the sake of itself
becomes decayed leaving a foul stench
that clogs the throat. Does it surprise us?
Everytime. But we are fools.
We all know by now God is green.
The Mother has expelled us fom her womb
in a torrent of blood and tears
yet she didn't escape us.
Our banality is an all consuming hunger.
It never stops, it never ends.
How long can we feed at her teat,
gorging our already distended bellies?
The world is mechanized. It's become clockwork.
Who takes the time to really sit in awe
at the cosmos that surrounds us?
Not many have time after slaving away
to pay their taxes, and paying for the right to exist.
We've given up happiness for instant bliss.
We live in one climax to another
with nothing in between.
Junkies waiting for one fix of escapism.
Aren't we just fabulous?
And what do I do about it?
*laughs* Just bitch and rant.
Obsolete hatred in tainted accusations
that it is I who within this reality
that borders schizophrenia.
Why is it you've shown me
the ephemera in us?
Fleeting moments go by
all to fast, must be hard to cherish.
I'd turn away to if I weren't me.
I never said I was brave,
just nodded my head in a cowardly way.
Couldn't I have believed in
the light just a little longer?
They say ignorance is bliss,
I say it's almost religious experience.
Undiluted love of the ages
and what's really kept Man
from destroying themselves.
Those dreamers who everyone
wants to grow up, get a life
and become a productive part of Society.
All the while these ragtag Shamans
are worshipped in the darkest corner
of an automatons wheezing "soul".
Some call it freedom,
how many would really know?
What is it that has us chained?
It has bound us and seared our eyes
yet this enemy caresses us as lover,
and we become aroused.
It's our basist insinct.
Everyone has an animal inside.
Do you see yours?
Would it consume you
while you revel in it,
never aware of the ones you hurt?
All to often the answer is yes.
Love becomes depression today,
tomorrow and forever. It's all the rave.
Someone once said it is better
to have loved and lost
than to not have loved at all.
I agree with Mr. Tommy Lee Jones.
Try it sometime. Who can argue that logic?
Can't miss what you've never had, right?
But then there is longing...
I guess it's a double edged sword.
Inspiration brings light into the world,
awe's us with the human imagination
and allows us to make
the Cube clearer for a moment.
But all to often it's consumed by greed.
It's commercialized and
sold to us for only $19.95.
Creativity for the sake of itself
becomes decayed leaving a foul stench
that clogs the throat. Does it surprise us?
Everytime. But we are fools.
We all know by now God is green.
The Mother has expelled us fom her womb
in a torrent of blood and tears
yet she didn't escape us.
Our banality is an all consuming hunger.
It never stops, it never ends.
How long can we feed at her teat,
gorging our already distended bellies?
The world is mechanized. It's become clockwork.
Who takes the time to really sit in awe
at the cosmos that surrounds us?
Not many have time after slaving away
to pay their taxes, and paying for the right to exist.
We've given up happiness for instant bliss.
We live in one climax to another
with nothing in between.
Junkies waiting for one fix of escapism.
Aren't we just fabulous?
And what do I do about it?
*laughs* Just bitch and rant.
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