Cycles of The Mundane and Shameful

Cycles of The Mundane and Shameful

They tell me we are going to choke to death on our luxuries

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