downfallin
Bluelighter
Our lives living adjacent,
Crossing paths like in the matrix,
Just to get to where we`re stationed,
Hearts harder than the pavement,
Seemingly fallen to far to save it,
They working on the day shift,
but at night they creeping faceless,
She`s too fake,
walking plastic wit a face-lift.
Now I`m staring at the ceiling,
just wondering where the days went.
Bleak obliteration,
It`s sweeping across the nation,
I tried drugs to escape it,
But now losing my patience,
With racy thoughts a racin`
Can quickly go from free to freebasing,
Is that a dragon that you`re chasing?
I don`t do that no more,
But I still seek accommodation.
So bored with everything,
Music`s just copy and paste and,
They say it`s run by freemasons,
With capitol dreams,
But souls stay vacant,
I`m not apart of that crowd,
You must have me mistaken,
Never wanna go back to shakin,
and simultaneously burning at the stake and,
The devil always calling,
And he`s asking you to shake hands,
That`s the same Satan that made these clowns with fake fans,
Endorsing all these great brands,
Sipping lean while sporting gucci and some ray bans.
So what is my conclusion?
Enlightened to the illusion,
I see my inferiority,
and i compensate by choosing,
to live a better life,
and live it until I die,
to turn the other cheek,
and leave my fiending dreams behind.
Crossing paths like in the matrix,
Just to get to where we`re stationed,
Hearts harder than the pavement,
Seemingly fallen to far to save it,
They working on the day shift,
but at night they creeping faceless,
She`s too fake,
walking plastic wit a face-lift.
Now I`m staring at the ceiling,
just wondering where the days went.
Bleak obliteration,
It`s sweeping across the nation,
I tried drugs to escape it,
But now losing my patience,
With racy thoughts a racin`
Can quickly go from free to freebasing,
Is that a dragon that you`re chasing?
I don`t do that no more,
But I still seek accommodation.
So bored with everything,
Music`s just copy and paste and,
They say it`s run by freemasons,
With capitol dreams,
But souls stay vacant,
I`m not apart of that crowd,
You must have me mistaken,
Never wanna go back to shakin,
and simultaneously burning at the stake and,
The devil always calling,
And he`s asking you to shake hands,
That`s the same Satan that made these clowns with fake fans,
Endorsing all these great brands,
Sipping lean while sporting gucci and some ray bans.
So what is my conclusion?
Enlightened to the illusion,
I see my inferiority,
and i compensate by choosing,
to live a better life,
and live it until I die,
to turn the other cheek,
and leave my fiending dreams behind.
