Cycles of The Mundane and Shameful
They play my mind like an instrument
from the moment I was born
lies filled my eyes
lies filled my heart with unwarranted loves
lies filled my heart with unwarranted hatreds
lies of pseudo-deities who brought only presents/didn't ask for no soul
didn't hold with no questions...
santa's and statesmen and preachers all dissolve in the light of day
I am fascinated by the comings and goings even as they make me wretch
You are hidden away in your head
the only place left to hide
they told me if I was successful I could be rich
that wasn't enough
for them'
why would it have been for me?
stopped believing in that carrot long ago
they told me shut up and we'll make you famous
bring you out and fire you off later
The gun went off on it's own one day
wasn't no starter pistol
wasn't aimed
didn't have no big purpose
just a manufactured weapon
that doesn't even understood why it's fired
there is no place to hide except your mind
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