My World In 8
My world in eight...
Has got the beast in a hold and he just can't wait.
Release me on the world so I can do what it takes.
Who cares if it hurts long as it paves out the way.
You see with your eyes but you're blind in your faith.
Forget what you've found and all acquired fine taste.
You're led by the blind and all the tail that you chase;
In secret you all live falsely, like the tales that you chase
While televisions tell-a-vision of a reality chased.
Television tell the people, how their minds you've erased...
Of how the past has been forgotten, and all that's love's been debased.
On the brink of a neural meltdown; my own personal Kuwait...
My thoughts are cloudy like an old televisions picture display.
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