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cry if you want to
cellophane and see-through
faith somehow has lost you
no wonder why it pales you
now as my contempt grows
minds too thin and narrow
follow where the wind blows
free to let your fear flow
thumb your nose at reason
twisting your perception
blind to all compassion
silence your redemption
ignorance an excuse
only for the obtuse
as you search for
one more enemy
this world's a sad fucking place
understanding so unreal
value knowledge as a sideshow
a circus freak's appeal
as my mind starves for a form
of intellectual fray
just forget your need to scream
and do everything they say
once I believed 'twas important
to be seen and heard
now I could not care
just refuse to feel
we'll know no better
taking pen to paper
drinking poison liquor
and shooting up
for there is nothing that I own
not my body nor my soul
given away long ago
for some trinkets mud and stone
will the bullshit ever end
can we even just pretend
that we care about our future
and tip the scales again
oh I'm so fucking sick of you
so so fucking sick of you
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