False Signals

It starts inside
You can find an abundance of chaos
A double cross of conscious
The obnoxious and toxic
So what's with the virtue
Who hurt you and should pay
On a good day it's no one
But it's no fun you could say
Kill your masters they're done with
And the fun shit can start
Be smart with the blame game
The same way they tell you
The hell you could raise but today you will bury
Be merry and spread love
And rest up you're tired
Of liars and protest
Go rest your psyche
And likely you'll see who the victims are truly
Not you me or him her
This dim earth is gloomy
We all live to suffer
Enough of the crying
Start trying to better
The weather you walk through
And talk to your family
That can be prescription
To end the addiction of signalling virtue
The dirt you could dig up
The mix up is curfew
The word you would call it is bravery basically
Don't be afraid of the world in this state
And wait patiently on your own self fulfilled prophecy
Honestly god is the obvious policy
Talk to me like you would talk to yourself
Give me love and affection like anyone else
You can place all your anger on top of the shelf
And make better the world when you better the self
Written by Benzy_420 (BTheW)
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