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it's the meek
the sensitive
the poets and artists
that look beneath the surface of what's going on
who question
who see more into the strangeness of it all
those in bliss like retards always smiling
with not a care in the world
or the people that cover pain
and any thought that detours the norm
that just go through the motions of life
there's more than to be born, do shit, and then die
this world's too fucking weird to be just
what it appears to be on the surface
but even those who question don't get answers
as to what it is or why the surface
is all we're shown
Ggod give me reason to stay
show me something
give me something divine
give me some clue
not just broken snippets
that only add questions
you sick motherfucker
do something else
I know I'm more on the inside
than I at first appear to be
what is it?
who am I?
come down from your thrown
and open the earth
open my third eye more than a third of the way
tell me a secret
give me a vision
satiate this hunger for knowledge
while leaving the idiot masses to the mundane
they wouldn't know what to do with an answer
if it smashed their jaw off
please
have mercy
give me something surreal
enough of the peep show
I need to lay down with the reality of things
fuck it
know it
tear it apart
dominate it
give me a sign beyond these
small jerk-off ass-teases
you owe me that
I've endured enough
it is my time
give me my way
or I have no reason to stay
this trivial surface nonsense
along with its pain and suffering
is not worth getting a hand-job
from behind the glory hole
of this weird fucking place and position I'm in
and if you don't budge
fuck you
I'm taking it up a notch
I will succeed this time
there's just so much I can take from you
and there's just so much damage my body can take
by my will alone
(fuck you)