Warped

          
           
           
           
    who the hell do you think you are? who do I know I am? I am a song you've been hearing but not listening to. my mind is warped; it's a blessing I'm still here; that's how many appear to indentify with....but there's been a forever separation throughout generations....why the hell do i bother? undergo contemplation, without hesitation? people preach how love's nonexistent without communication; love appears to be nonexistent; i am the very definition of taking the path of least resistance....you want "perfection"; i want perfection; but there's still indifference....digging up the mine/mind; traveling for gold that's not even hidden; when death hits it's you; it's I that's buried gold you couldn't live with; dammit....this materialistic thing we called gold is truly subjective bullshit that damages the human's spirit; this human system gifted, but all wrapped/warped up in a box....twisted