Lately I've been trying to answer these questions
in the paradox of learning that eats away my innocence.
Conundrums will settle in the spectrum of thinking
that collect here like cobwebs over every new circumstance,
when i'm given too much to return.
when I am punished by a common expense.
so I am finally starting to learn
what it means to rely on y friends.
Now it comes back to the way I was feeling
when i was much younger and,
abandoned by my own accord
And all the emotions stored up in my body
seep out through my skin to
reflect the way I'm living.
In a dream of life, some say exist,
waking hours do seem to conceal so much more.
Every moment of peace in this complacent struggle
seems to promise a golden reward.
Now the present is disheveled through galactic interaction,.
The steaming machines of commerce and justice,
The lust of the ego.
The egg and the halo.
The empty cardboard box at the end of every rainbow.
the poisonous water, the chemical air.
The corpse in it's coffin, the king in his chair.
The feast on the table. The cupboard so bare,
The tower of garbage hides a maiden so fair.
And you, ravenous students, are corrupted by knowledge.
In this village of idiots where
The devil's seven children
have become villains preaching their way to salvation
In the stations we choose
just to feel like we are living,
Oh!
The treasure I've found in the eyes of damnation
and the symbols i could never understand.
It's so hard to find love when you no longer seek
any difference in women and man.
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Hear the whir of each machine that hides in your wall.
See the steps leading up to the inevitable fall.
Can you tell there's a way you could push through them all?
Can you look through the cracks that slither on in the air?
Can you see that there is something to know beyond there?
Well,
New awareness awaits those of patience, and prayer.
new awareness waits those of patience, and prayer.
The next time you arrive in some new city square
Could you promise me some correspondence from there?
Though I am not a man who is easily scared.
And I won't sit here dreaming of the places where you are.
I am a monster when i'm drunk, and I'm a paranoid liar.
And it is not just your voice, but your shape which desire.
It is not just your voice, but your shape which I......
Now taste the digital hum of the new antique world.
All of the constant peaceful noise
All of the chaos if our wars.
Here we are, fighting for a standard with no meaning at all.
We have surrendered the spirit to quietly dissolve.
In the terror of our learning and the fear of our gods.
until we're comfortable and crazy in our own little pods.
We are sterilized and lazy in our own...
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