You tell me to know my place
to move out of your way
as if this is your terratory
and you have a right to shit on me
and yet you're so riddled with insecurity,
irradiating with insincerity; you're
ever-plagued with jealousy, always
begging for feedback to reinforce and
re-charge your ever-waning confidence;
forever terrified of raping the sacred and
spiriling out into the spontanuity of the unknown,
any ounce of true creativity you see as a
threat to your tradition, as you still claim to
be against the system and that you're
up and ready to turn your back on this institution,
to say to hell with this situation,
but the truth is you need it, and
you're weak-willed, short-sighted,
feeble-minded, eternally deaf, selectively blinded,
and your body language and consistent displays of
blatant stupidity betray you, and yet you
say to me that I should know my place when it's so
apparent your hopelessly blind to your own insipid situation,
your own delusions and hallucinations and at least
I know my present limitations and manipulations
and do my best to see outside and beyond the
confines of my ehad, but you never stopped to ponder
that there might b soemthing beyond the walls
of your prison, the poison of your perception,
the cancer of your perspective, the needs of yourself,
alternatives to your spoon-fed herd-morality bullshit,
and if you insist, I'll do my very best to help you
drown right down to the dark, cold bottom of it.
to move out of your way
as if this is your terratory
and you have a right to shit on me
and yet you're so riddled with insecurity,
irradiating with insincerity; you're
ever-plagued with jealousy, always
begging for feedback to reinforce and
re-charge your ever-waning confidence;
forever terrified of raping the sacred and
spiriling out into the spontanuity of the unknown,
any ounce of true creativity you see as a
threat to your tradition, as you still claim to
be against the system and that you're
up and ready to turn your back on this institution,
to say to hell with this situation,
but the truth is you need it, and
you're weak-willed, short-sighted,
feeble-minded, eternally deaf, selectively blinded,
and your body language and consistent displays of
blatant stupidity betray you, and yet you
say to me that I should know my place when it's so
apparent your hopelessly blind to your own insipid situation,
your own delusions and hallucinations and at least
I know my present limitations and manipulations
and do my best to see outside and beyond the
confines of my ehad, but you never stopped to ponder
that there might b soemthing beyond the walls
of your prison, the poison of your perception,
the cancer of your perspective, the needs of yourself,
alternatives to your spoon-fed herd-morality bullshit,
and if you insist, I'll do my very best to help you
drown right down to the dark, cold bottom of it.
