The Cure For Existence Is Futile
I've got to find something
Some kind of cure
For everything that hurts
I've got to cure
Loneliness
Heartache
Repitition
Stares
Insults
Emotions
I've got to be quick about it
Smart and quick
I've got to be myself
I've got to be less human
Less alive
I've got to be
Even when I don't want to be
I've got to breathe
I've got to give in
I've got to blend in
I've got to be discreet
I've got to be
here
there
then
now
numb
awake
I have to know when to stop
I have to never give up
Sometimes I have to pretend
Conceil who I truly am
But no longer does this matter
I've been quick
I've been smart
I've been to the top
But now I'm here at the bottom
Here to stay for a while
Here
On business
On holiday
Forever
Only in my mind
Just to waste time
On Display
Waiting for my escape
I once tried to force it
Tried to break free
But it wasn't my time
That's why I'm chained
Why I'm beaten dry of cries
And these clothes
I make who they are
They don't make me anything
When they thought it was over
I fought back some more
I think they need me
It is said that I'm wanted dead
But still, I am here
Searching for this made-up cure
Unable to shed even a single tear
I refuse to fear
I live only to perceiver
I'll never quit
My existence is the one cage I'll never escape
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