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Dreaming a Thought
This life is a dream that I can't escape I'm forced to breathe but I try to wake I try to reach the purest thought But now I sense that I have been caught I've pushed myself, I've pushed it all What's pure is gone and now I must crawl We're told what's pure, we're told what's right These things produced by psychological might We're apes with brains and too lazy to care Too bad our brains have surpassed our sight Love is now just a delusional excuse This excuse is to breath, I must reproduce The word is derived from fear of being alone Just one more reason to teach myself to atone So don't you dare comfort my soul Your leeching mind is no longer my goal.... We're told what's pure, we're told what's right These things produced by psychological might We're apes with brains and too lazy to care Too bad our brains have surpassed our sight I tear at these things but why should I try I now know that I'm here to survive I also know why I found these things My thoughts come from fear they come from life So is this truth, is this the light? Truth is a word and it's out of sight I’m but a contradictive, mind-screwed mess I am your reasons for finding words You tell me I’m a fool, you show me I’m right Being my own martyr for how many times I’ve died So show me your cures and make sure I’m no threat I am the unknown and you may fear my regrets
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