Living Til Death
Psychedelic reinhancements
Of the way we thought we once were
Semi-fractured infrastructure
Can it be fixed, is there a cure
Glowing in the dark, in central park
We gather for you to prove
Cryogenic radiation, plain as day
Yet still cannot move
Take your place and rise below the muck
In which you're forced to wallow
Have your stomach pumped of all the pride
That life has made you swallow
Going with the flow, as we all grow
We feel our minds resist us
Reach into your pocket and extract
The sum of your existence
Roll the dice and play the game of life
But know you're destined to lose
Shake the tree of knowledge, kill the snake
But still you wear your own shoes
“I don't wanna die” is your cry
No one listens, nobody cares
Pray you go to heaven, fearing all the time
You'll trip down the stairs
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