supersonic
Bluelighter
Certainty
Somehow it seems to me that everywhere I see has lost its certainty to me.
A somewhat misplaced footstep that has twisted my ankle so that I am crooked to what came so naturally.
I had once begun a story that slowly travelled upwards so eloquently and I guess i've found the peak because I'm descending rapidly and how many times have I been here and how many times have I said this is the end.
But one of these times it could be, and maybe I'm not foolish enough to see the end of the repetivity.
I've been reexamining, reevaluating what I thought I believe, and sometimes I'd like to not believe in anything because than I don't have the worry of logical frequencies.
And pardon me to whether our will is free, thats purely based on the strength of our ideology.
Choose something to believe so your instincts can't achieve control over the life you percieve.
But can we really conquer our cravings so easily when our bloody vengence and cravings for self preservation run rampantly.
Its the basis of our economy don't you see, we built this country in the name of all that is free, over the bodies of the natives that we crushed like a disease.
And how do you ask can I gain certainty on anything when everything I'm being fed is telling me to be a part of this history.
Of lying, deceit, and bigotry, when its the only way to suceed.
But I guess as an artist this gives me inspiration to construe careful words to rage against the machine.
When revolution seems like a reaction to common consensus how much are we really succeeding or being free?
Guess the only answer is apathy it seems, but its hard to walk in the light of the day and claim that you are blind to pain.
And really thats what we don't want anyway and apathy makes it slip off to another day.
The truth I feel growing ever so quickly is that uncertainty is the defining characteristic for me and everybody.
Searching for control in blinding chaos, with material, with power, with escape, with love, with pain, we are trying to make sense of it, we're trying to cope.
After all of these things we go threw at least we believe in something, at least we believe in hope.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
Somehow it seems to me that everywhere I see has lost its certainty to me.
A somewhat misplaced footstep that has twisted my ankle so that I am crooked to what came so naturally.
I had once begun a story that slowly travelled upwards so eloquently and I guess i've found the peak because I'm descending rapidly and how many times have I been here and how many times have I said this is the end.
But one of these times it could be, and maybe I'm not foolish enough to see the end of the repetivity.
I've been reexamining, reevaluating what I thought I believe, and sometimes I'd like to not believe in anything because than I don't have the worry of logical frequencies.
And pardon me to whether our will is free, thats purely based on the strength of our ideology.
Choose something to believe so your instincts can't achieve control over the life you percieve.
But can we really conquer our cravings so easily when our bloody vengence and cravings for self preservation run rampantly.
Its the basis of our economy don't you see, we built this country in the name of all that is free, over the bodies of the natives that we crushed like a disease.
And how do you ask can I gain certainty on anything when everything I'm being fed is telling me to be a part of this history.
Of lying, deceit, and bigotry, when its the only way to suceed.
But I guess as an artist this gives me inspiration to construe careful words to rage against the machine.
When revolution seems like a reaction to common consensus how much are we really succeeding or being free?
Guess the only answer is apathy it seems, but its hard to walk in the light of the day and claim that you are blind to pain.
And really thats what we don't want anyway and apathy makes it slip off to another day.
The truth I feel growing ever so quickly is that uncertainty is the defining characteristic for me and everybody.
Searching for control in blinding chaos, with material, with power, with escape, with love, with pain, we are trying to make sense of it, we're trying to cope.
After all of these things we go threw at least we believe in something, at least we believe in hope.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
