Everybody Knows...
The Modern Man's got a plan and he's sure of it,
He stopped trying to find where his mind and his courage hid,
Even the Purest Kid will be stained with the blood,
ashamed of his love and the pain in his brain he blames on the drug.
The issues aren't new, they're the same as before,
we're trainin' the poor to make soliders to feel the pain of the war,
We accept as a fact of life what wouldn't be if we had the sight
to see we could change it but noone acts ; we don't think that we have the right...
So we go to our jobs through this world of hoses and knobs,
spiders, roaches & frogs and writers, dopeheads & slobs,
bad drivers, cynics and unapproachable snobs,
people that can't even cry when they try to cope with a loss...
We can't even say what we feel, It's as if the day isn't real,
we'd rather pretend it's a dream than scream and fall prey to the Meal,
This clicking I hear is just the noise as I type,
my choice is to write about my regret --- the poison of life...
We condemn the atrocities in addendums and glossaries,
like the Men Metastophales sentenced at the end like apostrophes.
But what we disapprove of we make no effort to stop,
we do nothing instead of giving something better a shot...
It's what doesn't resist when parents give up on their kids,
it's when you just say "Fuck it," when you know someone's at risk.
It's when there's no love in a kiss and it's just a Tradition,
it's alone with two kids because her husband's in prison...
And all of these policies and personal properties
are just words on a paper so why don't you follow these?
All these Idolatries and rules you obey are just
Around what's inside you like pie through a layered crust,
You'd watch with concern while people got put on crosses to burn,
If you stayed quiet while they died what could you possibly learn?
Their ashes tossed in an urn, they screamed for help and you didn't,
when you fail to act it's not good feelin' responsible, Is it?
I'm cheated of justice, it's unfair and I'm bleeding from cut wrists,
I keep searching for the answer and then it finally just clicks,
My mind is the substance, what's behind it is me -
what I think has nothing to do with what I'll finally be,
But by design that I see it, my eyes close and the lie's clothed,
it's a hidden agenda, you find it and then the surprise blows,
Everything's out of proportion, I see the Four Horsemen,
Plague and Wrath just play and laugh with your foreskin,
We walk through our daily lives like bees in a maze of hives,
And even if we ever found our way would we stay disguised?
I guess I accept that I'll be dead before I ever die,
I'll stop caring about everything and suffer but never cry,
I'll just be smiling for show, I'll just be talking to talk,
I'll be the guy waiting to leave and watching the clock,
I used to think I wanted love and peace, not World War 3,
and if we saw the end of it all - would we even tell the story?
"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about the things that matter." - Martin Luther King
sorry, born, lol @ us both doing the same thing. It's always about the feed, anyways. I'll be going through some OM's tonight after work. Give me a few hours, all-powerful Mods.
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