Wading With A Life Perserver

Now I'm lost in the chances that we're always taken  
Over indulgent necessaries that won't seem to die  
Synthesized caviar and shadow shifting accomplices  
A plebeian degenerate embracing the only path to ambivalence  
Eyes bursting at the boundary of a restrictive zero  
 
Pendulum locked into the highest end of the spectrum  
Stained skin so troubled by the caress of artificial arousal  
The loud music tubes pouring meaning and sensation into my carousel cognition  
The obnoxious smoke stack exhausting it's reassuring push  
Every imperfect taste of reality melding itself into an indescribable glowing pallet of intrigue  
 
Each step growing faster than the distance behind me  
A connoisseur of sin trekking through the confusion that is our temperamental self  
Dragging a coffin filled with my dead baggage anxieties  
Suffocating the viral sterility that clings to each dissatisfied blink  
Until I find myself stuck in that white wall cage again