when you sell the people an illusion that is not sustainable, they're understandably not happy when the bubble bursts
but why? it seems like people would rather live the highs and the lows, instead of going on at a constant
you cannot have true social equality, not financially
and yet they all have delusions of grandeur

without knowing it, we've become a society that is obsessed with respecting the runner-ups
as if that was meant to be some kind of consolation
or perhaps a cry against what we feel as a violation of our values
where winning is seen as unhonorable, even dirty most times
perhaps it's because we've become a society obsessed with winning first, so much so at the cost of 'fair play'
a cycle into degeneracy

this shit is not fluent
and we are not moving
stuck in a slump, we move backwards
our inability leaving a sad thirst

oh what could have been
what should still be

no one answers?
someone on a similar level -

i've changed in thinking
not so much more raging against the injustice
but somehow accepting it
yet hoping that change finds us

what do i hate?
i don't exactly know myself
people that fight for themselves
no matter how, should be justified right?

and my moral values are non-existent?
i would lie to save my skin, yet condemn those who also do it?

contradictions huh

and the cube says

it goes round and round
a 9 by 9 thing
we place it in our hands
toy gently

but if u apply a lil' twist here
a lil' twist there,
jumbled are the colors
but who really cares?

its diversity we seek,
yet we hate the lack of,
societal order and peek
despising chaos

so we have a lil' problem
do we close our eyes and ignore the answers
or perform magic with fingers
turn everything back to it once was?

color with color
red against red
the dawn sings of mixes
but the sun never sets

so are we a society?
or just ..?

here we put on a show

shakespearean, in my likes and dislikes
the way i turn circles around so many fights
clashes between your wants and your needs
the stage seems to accept, every single thing

so we put on our makeup, game face on
and smile sweetly, as the music plays on
classic classical, melodic with lines
you can visualize this, for it leaves signs

my body arches, frozen in grief
and the expression on face, sells this disease
this nonsense, that the common filth buys
theatre is art, devalued and dies

a very sad situation, and i'm unemployed
the chairs collect dust, the backrooms grow bored
actors turn to drink, and actresses to lust
but me? i cannot stop.
put on my mask.

in the false hope that the stage rises again
for that is the only medium that crushes my pain
the agony of acting,
succeeded only by the agony of not
we as humans can no longer grow
so we put on this show.

and he runs


whoosh, the sound of leaves
combined with cool scent of the breeze
its therapeutic
like placebos for the stupid

we've all got shitloads of problems
so many, some can, most can't be resolved
endless attacks on the brain
and in the end they morph

into multiheaded monsters
your swords dented and blunt, rusty and old
couldn't slash nothin', so empty and cold

in times like this, my solace is
the peace left behind when you start running and
pain in the legs takes the pain of reality
overwhelms and degrades you into molecues with irrelevancy

so you're left a speck, in this giant ball of water
where fishes swim blissfully,
just empty the bottle..

and its gone - just like the wind
when he's running, away from his sinss

some falsify their motives to gain respect and sympathy
while others toil in their self-declared ignorance
hoping that others dont notice.

i've seen the selfishness that pervades this society
and we're all a generation of me's, who never back down totally
perhaps once or twice, to fake a sense of generosity, but never completely

if you call someone a brother, treat him like one, not for your own personal gain
you deny your conscience but afterall, what is that but a theory used to control people
right and wrong are but ideas, so the furthering of our needs is the ultimate goal
and people innately understand that, and this flawed society is the result

when i'm alone, not in the physical sense, but more of a mental thing
that's when i can truly think, and feel what i want for myself
the unique rhythm of the world beating on, it kinda scares me
maybe it's not being alone that scares us, but the thought of being lonely
would i sacrifice my values to compromise the common thinking?

expectations

gag, vile, you gotta.. swallow it all down
no, i won't, can't stand for this, this oppressive style
renders you invisible, thinking is it all worth?
they stay at peace, but my mouth... at the last minute bursts

gagging me to death with your set in stone ideas
i don't wanna disappoint but i do have fears
and one of them is that i turn out to be a stone gargoyle
not even saying yes-yes, just silently toil

forever hold your peace
and be at peace
cease.. the state of release

carved

it pokes, succumbing to the slightest touch
some look on in horror, some never budge
personally, im a fan of torment
which brings sweet relief, to this peaceful boredom
so we slash, at least i do
purposefully, and yes time soothes.
whispering false miracles,
(but isn't that oxymoronic? false miracles?)
who has a direct line... i want to call her
gaia, terra firma, this earth, this dirt we stand on
infinitely cruel, she provides a platform
the apparatus that we grab on
and never give up, its oh so beautiful...
the attack's on, dreams against myths
myths against prose, prose against riffs
the resulting carnage is melodic
but i guess thats what you call pain... morbid