negativity

 
to be captured on cloud nine
raptured up to be denied entry
the many are called the few our chosen
I don't want to participate in that kind of pageantry

my soul has suffered greatly
the knowledge I've gained i fought for
hateful sun revolves
while some people rejoice and others burn

winsome operatic moans we keep inside
and if we laugh it is to make the happy ones comfortable
an odd custom we're taught to laugh while we're being tortured

the earth herself is a killer but I prefer my odds with her
over being taken somewhere else
let everyone be raptured I'd gladly stay here alone

if life has taught me anything I am not one of the chosen few
really I am happy because I've scoured all dimensions
there exists a place to have your memory erased
and you get sent out into the universes to toil
because the elite have never been put to sleep in their minds

there are some spell binding symbols being used
somehow I know what they are really saying
steal everything including your memories and thoughts

put them in the sea of forgetfulness
and cast off on your way to somewhere strange
for general enslavement