Chasing the dragon and watching the monster I've fallen but never hit rock bottom, what is a binge?
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Clown rewriting the verses for profit and control.
Like men riding donkeys we tie our brains on the road. We come into religion ignorant and blind When asked if we want knowledge we quickly decline. Drunk on our ignorance the holy dumbing down Happy to follow clowns Their smiles so appealing Their laugh so deceiving Gift of structures only filled with air So easily popped but no one cares. Truth holds no proof and facts are not stored Praying in masses call to the horde. What’s the point to follow if in it you die Then if you strive for life they won't let you thrive. Death to the infidel death to the hues death to impurities and death for you. If you want to live a fool just follow the leading clown Continue dumbing down until your death is found. Knowing the world would never change
The hatred, the pain We stood together, cigarettes in hand Her eyes filled with tears, the rage in our veins Another of us has fallen, another gone The world loves no one Dark Gods of Darwin Dis-ease We the broken, the sick in hue Our tears and voices creaming to change This world, this pain Addict in the cradle, another one gone She was so kind, oh Rachel… We tried, oh how she tried… 12 steps to the brave, Heroin haze fallen phase, We believed in Mean Gods, We cried out wishing to be saved In the cold dark conduits of my cortex
Mirrored images of madness fill my mind There is a deceptive loathing in the Decadence of society so I must break the Decay of my unconscious thoughts For I will never be a part of the stoic Conformity of the faithful, I must revel In the pleasures of the flesh Mirror itself itself itself into reflections of future and past
words hit the frontal lobe rattling consciousness stuck in a dream like state words like frozen violence beating the eardrum like a marching band headache causing head trauma next to drowning in a frozen pond suspended in an endless reflection losing recollections of what is and what isn't dazed and confused at the bottom of this frozen tundra hoping that someone might just pull you out with words of encouragement you can do it you can get there you can make it you can breakthrough regain consciousness stabilize and strategize your retaliation. If only one would resuscitate and break the mirror break the chain bringing back the recapitulation that words hurt physically and emotionally. |
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