I was born with a hammer in hand
Breaking down connections
From the moment I could breathe
My first steps were into the soles of rejection.
I find myself wondering
“Does it have to end this way?”
Even when the night falls
The day is still the day.
I was built for tearing down
Trust and bonds and truth
Because if you start see who i truly am
It’s time to cut you loose.
I fear the fear of thinking
I think I fear you too
You promise me forever
So that’s why I have to leave you.
I don’t want to be afraid
But that’s all i know
I was built for rejection
So it’s nature for you to go.
Go,
Go.
A careful constructed system
that’s designed to lead to failure
few escapes, leaving the rest
to be taken advantage of
those who escape
reaches a certain level
then prey on the weak
by selling hopes and dreams,
hope and dreams
that rarely come true.
The game is being sold as
the truth remains concealed
while those continue to profit
off the ignorance and the pain
emotions get exploited,
generating energy curren-cy
that keeps the system employed
as it thrives on the sufferer.
Extortion and manipulation
hijacks the mind, turning
you into willing participants
of your own torment,
creating a tyrannical force
that’s impossible to beat.
Free-will in disguise is a
predetermined force
coering you to endure in
a careful constructed system,
a system that’s designed
to maximize human suffering.
On that day my soul grew happy;
The amusement brought such sorrow;
It was flappy;
You warned me about the Pizarro;
I heard a golden, funny pulling;
But in the fact that it was buzzing;
And its eyes have all the hollering;
With such a passion for collaring;
Off the eleven story building working laborer, fell on my head;
Ah!! falling, falling, falling, falling, no safety fallen down dead;
I heard a golden, funny pulling;
But in the fact that it was buzzing;
And its eyes have all the hollering;
With such a passion for collaring;
The world thought that this was just to funny;
They placed my body underneath the corner of the building!!
a Constructed Contract killing
enhancements under my feet
Silent gases that can't be breathed
souls ready to be fed to the beast
money mix with blood
tears coughed up with Murder on (in) hand
death is but an unfortunate termination of life
a shaking building of life's little pieces of time
which can fall one brick at a time. or be
demolished by a violence, storm of mishaps
or to be perfidiously shattered by the thing call man
and so i (I) die helpless with no way to save my, self
and wonder how liquid drops of poisonous tears
can float in the air like mist to skin
and like wax to the inter ear... bring confusion and death
I now take my leave of you
and pray with open eyes
for a better death than what may surly awaits me
and may your final sleep, be as you always dreamed!
aka:lyricvixen (vlf)
This constructed concurrency
Was forced by his magical hands
To draw a line through a point
Where it wasn’t meant to pass
A new concept brings us full circle
And the lines disintegrate
Within my feeble grip
This game of geometry proves
That I am asymmetrical
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