Creature Comforts

 
Extortion contortion
Blackmail heart
My guilty conscience without a plea bargain to save my soul

Sate the condemnation against the stacks of achievements
Seeking self worth in steep dreams and vain accomplishments

When survival is an empty endeavor apart from the substance
Shotgun circumstances
Self indulgence of these vain romances

I’m going in circles in my head
When it’s dreams that won’t come true and fantasies for escape
All I’m working towards in this society of financial rape

Violations crave, another moment in the grave
Caskets made of ruts
Selling ourselves to a system comprised of scams and sluts

Buying into the mold for money love and a false will to fulfill
All we do is medicate when we don’t have the faith to heal

Ruin beneath the shell
Making heaven of this living hell
Everything is a con
In the health and the mechanics exploiting our needs and all we lack
Making honest livings for thieves cashing checks off the weight that breaks our back

Savings depleted by all that takes in the narratives of the will to devour
As we become the fuel for the machine that feeds another’s lust for power
Looking for my shot as they neutralize the gun powder
I try to speak out but their ways speak that much louder

Spelling out the cause and the effect
The pain and the ways we cope for an inability to cure
Chemical therapies to mask the symptoms of the never ending cancer

Price gouging ignorance
What is luxury and what is need
Desperation taken advantage of
No suture for the open wound
It’s just a matter of time till we no longer bleed

Home life obstacles of our divided sentiments
Providence in these working hands the cursed means of my will to forge significance
Doing all I can to earn some dignity and find some semblance of recompense
Authenticate redemption investigate these actions, seeking for some evidence

Everything is under fire and judgments fall to test the structure
Stresses of fracturing integrity
Get your fill on carnal appetites till the mind begins to rupture

Lusts scaled against the weight
Bankrupt for the cost of living
I’m an addict with a hairline trigger
Dreams on hold for all the freight
When everything takes and nothings giving
What will it take to be delivered?

Vehicular manslaughter is given new meaning when I’m dying behind the wheel
Malfunctioning mechanisms these insurances sold like glorified coupons for health and cars
When all we know is the pain for all the ways that we can’t heal
Our vices offer us hopeless releases as we indulge in infidelity getting drunk on the flesh of people behind bars

Captive to our appetites, this is survival of the dead
Creature comforts of our pets to substitute for all we can’t conceive
While dreams are mortgaged by the anxiety inside my head
When my imagination is limited by what’s seen, all I’ve done is at war with what I still believe…