Let's explore your definition.
Is it life?
Or is it art?
Life imitates art.
Life intimidates artists.
This is your revolution through empathy.
This is your mental expulsion through apathy.
Realize while standing on your own two feet
That the life you are living is an abstract
Mockery of the image you paint in the mirror every morning.
You are living scared.
Too fucking frightened to thrive.
Exsisting only to consume.
This is your revolution through apathy.
This is your six pack of retribution from
The state liquor store.
This is your salvation through empathy.
Look at yourself and admit that
The sum of all you own is more tangible
Than the last time you smiled in the sun.
This is your self-worth through victimization.
This is your anger and fear through self-mutilation.
Your life is a game....
And you are losing.
We are the hope for the future
And the dregs of society.
We are all the things our parents wished
We could be and more..
With none of the convictions that should've been
Handed to us with our breakfast cereal and saturday morning cartoons.
We are mass produced chaos in a pre-printed package.
Life is a joke with a punchline you are
Too fucking drunk to grasp.
This is your repulsion through apathy.
This is your holy war through mockery.
Art is life.
Life is art.
Life is honest.
Art is a lie.
A reflection of the polymorphic intentions
Of the selfish, the weak and the unsatisfied.
This is your repulsion through honesty.
This is your shiny new soap box to stand on.
Everything in the world is a crutch
And none of it is what you need.
Weakness is a badge for the meek
And a shield for the blind.
This is your drug called religion
And you cancer called hope.
It is man's basic mental perception
That the absence of moral turpitude
Is the presence of virtue.
The absence of dishonesty
Is the purity of truth.
The absence of want
Is the assuasion of desire.
The absence of sexuality
Is the presence of wholeness.
The absence of heartache
Is happiness.
The absence of love
Is regret.
The absence of anger
Is the beginning of need.
The absence of life
Is not death.
The absence of conventional thought
Does not make a renaissance
Stop believing your own whining,
Drug-induced cries.
Everyone in life is a victim.
Not everyone gets their revenge.
-d
Is it life?
Or is it art?
Life imitates art.
Life intimidates artists.
This is your revolution through empathy.
This is your mental expulsion through apathy.
Realize while standing on your own two feet
That the life you are living is an abstract
Mockery of the image you paint in the mirror every morning.
You are living scared.
Too fucking frightened to thrive.
Exsisting only to consume.
This is your revolution through apathy.
This is your six pack of retribution from
The state liquor store.
This is your salvation through empathy.
Look at yourself and admit that
The sum of all you own is more tangible
Than the last time you smiled in the sun.
This is your self-worth through victimization.
This is your anger and fear through self-mutilation.
Your life is a game....
And you are losing.
We are the hope for the future
And the dregs of society.
We are all the things our parents wished
We could be and more..
With none of the convictions that should've been
Handed to us with our breakfast cereal and saturday morning cartoons.
We are mass produced chaos in a pre-printed package.
Life is a joke with a punchline you are
Too fucking drunk to grasp.
This is your repulsion through apathy.
This is your holy war through mockery.
Art is life.
Life is art.
Life is honest.
Art is a lie.
A reflection of the polymorphic intentions
Of the selfish, the weak and the unsatisfied.
This is your repulsion through honesty.
This is your shiny new soap box to stand on.
Everything in the world is a crutch
And none of it is what you need.
Weakness is a badge for the meek
And a shield for the blind.
This is your drug called religion
And you cancer called hope.
It is man's basic mental perception
That the absence of moral turpitude
Is the presence of virtue.
The absence of dishonesty
Is the purity of truth.
The absence of want
Is the assuasion of desire.
The absence of sexuality
Is the presence of wholeness.
The absence of heartache
Is happiness.
The absence of love
Is regret.
The absence of anger
Is the beginning of need.
The absence of life
Is not death.
The absence of conventional thought
Does not make a renaissance
Stop believing your own whining,
Drug-induced cries.
Everyone in life is a victim.
Not everyone gets their revenge.
-d
