Been awhile since I've woke up to
find you standing at the side of my bed
with your dark, unblinking eyes pushing
nightmare visions into my head
the shit you let me in on, I carry it
along with me in or around every day
it keeps me up at night in dwelling or
distraction, ever-present is the weight
Yet if you knew all secrets,
if you knew the answers, then
why on earth are you here?
If you knew the truth, then what
on earth are you looking for?
Looking upon them as if they were
ignorant children insipid for making
the same damn mistakes you made
when you were young yourself,
when you were in their shoes.
Holding each one responsible
for the actions of the whole
because you see no distinction
between the forest and a tree.
You ignore each of us and the whole because
your own survival is your only fucking motivation.
Your cannot see anything on a horizontal plane and
step into their or my shoes in an act of empathy.
The means shape the end, they don't justify it, and
your way is just another self-defeating pattern of
oppressive exploitation and cold manipulation and
I refuse to bow down --
I fear what I see and my greatest fear
is me but I fight my third eye open because
those who cannot remember history
are doomed to repeat it.
Gather that from my eyes next time
when I wake to find you waiting at the
side of my bed: stare into the reflection in
the eyes of the eyes staring back that
finally got inside YOUR head.
find you standing at the side of my bed
with your dark, unblinking eyes pushing
nightmare visions into my head
the shit you let me in on, I carry it
along with me in or around every day
it keeps me up at night in dwelling or
distraction, ever-present is the weight
Yet if you knew all secrets,
if you knew the answers, then
why on earth are you here?
If you knew the truth, then what
on earth are you looking for?
Looking upon them as if they were
ignorant children insipid for making
the same damn mistakes you made
when you were young yourself,
when you were in their shoes.
Holding each one responsible
for the actions of the whole
because you see no distinction
between the forest and a tree.
You ignore each of us and the whole because
your own survival is your only fucking motivation.
Your cannot see anything on a horizontal plane and
step into their or my shoes in an act of empathy.
The means shape the end, they don't justify it, and
your way is just another self-defeating pattern of
oppressive exploitation and cold manipulation and
I refuse to bow down --
I fear what I see and my greatest fear
is me but I fight my third eye open because
those who cannot remember history
are doomed to repeat it.
Gather that from my eyes next time
when I wake to find you waiting at the
side of my bed: stare into the reflection in
the eyes of the eyes staring back that
finally got inside YOUR head.
