FuckinAcidMan
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Feb 13, 2016
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Born without pain, Born without shame
Grew without avarice or desire to tame
Looked through eyes that were taught to colonize
Learned to hate learned to fear
Learned to use and abuse
To consume and to steer clear of humanity and cheer
Learned to close minds
To close doors
To break rules
And fuck whores
Most important: Hate Oneself
Try to fill voids with mass amounts of wealth
Claw at life with spun out desperation
Look at those on the other side of the fence
And declare them inferior because of their current situations
I was taught that the way to proper life was salvation
But salvation was a code word for assimilation
Into this global hive
With little say in the matter if I wanted to survive
Hours slip by on a ceaseless clock
Tick tock don’t let let your body drop
Learned our hell as we learned to spell
Now it’s
Going on forever and the beat won’t stop
We’re running an engine that’s dangerously close to bursting
And there’s little action left to take
My hands are fucking burning from the effort
But all the effort in the world, change does not make
The machine is hot and needs to cool down
I’m wracking my brain for solutions but I’m really just a clown
In this blighted soil of Americana
The saving grace is Art and Marijuana
Grew without avarice or desire to tame
Looked through eyes that were taught to colonize
Learned to hate learned to fear
Learned to use and abuse
To consume and to steer clear of humanity and cheer
Learned to close minds
To close doors
To break rules
And fuck whores
Most important: Hate Oneself
Try to fill voids with mass amounts of wealth
Claw at life with spun out desperation
Look at those on the other side of the fence
And declare them inferior because of their current situations
I was taught that the way to proper life was salvation
But salvation was a code word for assimilation
Into this global hive
With little say in the matter if I wanted to survive
Hours slip by on a ceaseless clock
Tick tock don’t let let your body drop
Learned our hell as we learned to spell
Now it’s
Going on forever and the beat won’t stop
We’re running an engine that’s dangerously close to bursting
And there’s little action left to take
My hands are fucking burning from the effort
But all the effort in the world, change does not make
The machine is hot and needs to cool down
I’m wracking my brain for solutions but I’m really just a clown
In this blighted soil of Americana
The saving grace is Art and Marijuana
Very Good, well said
