how do we exist with our eyes closed?
how do we persist as the lies unfold?
what is the meaning
we are endlessly searching for?
what is the feeling
we are endlessly reaching for?
a reason is an excuse,
with motives and half-truths...
nothing is a cancer until it consumes,
life is like a bud until it blooms...
don't forget to ask why
on your way past humanity,
don't forget you must die,
and remember your gravity...
take a good look around,
witness a memory nostalgic in sound...
everything is history,we write our own stories,
turn a page in our book into the next morning.
it's just a state of mind,
it's the truth behind lies,
it's everything we come to find,
and it's the antithesis of our time...
all that was can never be the same,
all that is can never be rearranged,
all that we are is a number and a name,
all these thoughts envelop my brain...
within persistance lies resistance,
advice breeds adversity,
words are like promises that
cause all tipes of contraversy...
all the lessons you learned
never came from their advice,
you had to learn the hard way,
you had to live your own life.
we all have problems,
we're so wrapped up,
we all have issues,
that's so fucked up...
i was unaware i had spoken,
was unawre my thoughts were broken...
providing a gift you can't appreciate,
dividing you sift through what i abbreviate...
heaven help us,damn us to hell,
what's real or unreal we just can't tell...
am i making sense is anything clear?
things are so fucked up between my ears.
i think it's time to break the mold,
think it's time to buy back what we sold...
disguised by the lies concealed in your eyes,
thoughts of your freedom do not get me high..
the drug in my blood is the pen in my hand,
the theory of which you can't understand...
contents of a bloodstream
is just a state of mind,
lost in the theorhetical
dreamscapes of the blind...
coming off quick and languidly linguistic,
you're trying to hard
because you've already missed it...
the insane theater is closing for tonight.
as i profess my lust
for the creatures of the night.
somewhere in the darkness
we might see the light.
somewhere in our minds
we might conjure a sight.
ladies and gentleman,
have a good night. |
Submission Name: ''the insane theater''
