I know I'm rather liberal with my reasons for living
but I've got one up on just waiting to die
I fight against the current that carries me down
I've got a one track mind, and a Johnny Cash suit
wearing my horse blinders in the face of the sun
I've got no direction, and no record to blame
under the fog of everything built by mankind
planning to cut into the mechanics of humanity
and chip away at the stonework of personal identity
until we are all nothing more than crumbling cities
smoldering embers, measured by match-life
burning down to final ashen nothingness
anything is possible, and its all been done before
its a shame we didn't stop to smell the flowers
before all symbolism was stripped away
from everything
its too late to sell our names to history
moneys run out, and we are sinking with the ship so
I haven't slept much lately,
too busy worrying for everyone else,
who like me are going nowhere fast
we all smile awkwardly to each other in passing
like ants
we keep on digging at our graves
with belts, blue collars, and ever-present authority
its a sad system we live in,
built on the backs of the vultures
and the bulk of disillusioned masses
I for one will have no part in this constructed tyranny
and yet like all cogs and gears in harmony
I'm likely to play a role in every sad play
that as society we've baited sins on hooks
by embracing and banishing in one wide breath
the whole of everything |
Submission Name: Utopia 
