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random thoughts in random meter
roundabout understandings of religion life and poltics
i admit that I'm a part of it but iv got to quit!
im sick of it, its twisted, its summersaulting lunatics
causing superficial movement disguised as action on
the part of people who move for motion's sake its so opaque
and difficult to articulate.
So many levels removed from the surface
were 20 thousand times removed, out of our league, no one
breaks the surface tension, political destruction, personal attention,
deny a whole dimension of reality, and speak beneath detection
maintain legality, disregard morality, morons dictate the law
we continue to breathe underwater and reason with these blockheads, its like talking to a wall
we only add to it, then make a cubicle a home the working man's crucible
the fire borne alone.
make due with the table scraps of men that want what wont satisfy
satisfaction is sadistic and satiation wont rectify
or write the past wrongs, only justice can harmonize, but mercy
is the extension of justice when it's not cauterized
we've lost the love of life and we've gained the love of things
we objectify women and justify it with a ring
we die inside repeatedly and dont see any help
cause comfort's what were trained to love and chains make sense to slaves who know nothing else
i admit that I'm a part of it but iv got to quit!
im sick of it, its twisted, its summersaulting lunatics
causing superficial movement disguised as action on
the part of people who move for motion's sake its so opaque
and difficult to articulate.
So many levels removed from the surface
were 20 thousand times removed, out of our league, no one
breaks the surface tension, political destruction, personal attention,
deny a whole dimension of reality, and speak beneath detection
maintain legality, disregard morality, morons dictate the law
we continue to breathe underwater and reason with these blockheads, its like talking to a wall
we only add to it, then make a cubicle a home the working man's crucible
the fire borne alone.
make due with the table scraps of men that want what wont satisfy
satisfaction is sadistic and satiation wont rectify
or write the past wrongs, only justice can harmonize, but mercy
is the extension of justice when it's not cauterized
we've lost the love of life and we've gained the love of things
we objectify women and justify it with a ring
we die inside repeatedly and dont see any help
cause comfort's what were trained to love and chains make sense to slaves who know nothing else
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