Listen and witness.
Derivative is our expression.
Sincere is our plight
Bleeding out are the three monkeys
too fucked up to realize
Bathing in temperate pharmaceutical liquid
Controlling tools of our system.
Making life more tolerable.
We have lost that which drives us
Replaced by the arbitrary
Perpetuated by sex, fame and money's incentive.
Oh this game we play
Throughout our day
To appease the unseen eye
Our minds tremble
As we try to assemble
Thoughts everlasting
Feeding our self enslaving apparitions
Inflicting upon our intuitions
Slowing our adaptations
We feed the beast within us.
Tending towards structure until our minds rupture.
Breaking through the walls we build.
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