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Negative Instilled

The king is deception the queen clothed is greed
A tidal wave of tyrant power, overstocking their supplies while we suffer and bleed but I see life through brand new eyes, breaking all ties with a recipe of equal genocide
Your pathetic alibis don't hold steady grounds and won't hold form 
The system quickly selfdestructs by free souls refusing to conform
We slowly sway to the macabre dance in the final embers of days last pale light
We glowed like fallen angels and slowly taken by the beautiful darkness of the night
As long as hearts hold fast to carry on what is right
Voices can't be silenced,  never giving up an opportunity for the expansion set to take flight 
Don't bother with attempted excuses , your gift wrapped deception is useless
There's no one coming to fill the cliche role of your savior, reinforce change to the way u want to live, if you really want to make it through this
If you make it through  in one piece to the other side alive,  there's so many more barriers ahead, by the end you will come to understand what it really takes in order to survive 
There's no pot of gold shimmering at the end of this rainbow
Ignorance crashes down for taking the bait , another element in the production of the show called everything you've ever known, the collapse comes quick 
There's no longer any substance to definition,  wildly take a random pick
To choose wrong is to choose right
To chose right is my goodnight 
A warm worn welcome  to your own damned domicile 
Exiling me to my jar of empty emotions that overspill 
Dripping down lines of sympathy for anyone or anything that can be sculpted solemnly 
Solid ground reappears , reinforcing the stars of solution that solve the formula to mask out the pollution 
The machine no longer exists, no copies to replay , no horrors to be missed
It's as if nothing was ever there at all
For the first time there's no plan or agenda, for the first time there's no bottomless fall.

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My Cage In Your Prison Earth

Hiding in my cage, hiding shape and hiding form
Waiting breathlessly for the onslaught of the storm
 Any hopeful light is a handicapped hell hostage
Ruffling the silk feathers of your timid weak plans
You are torn from the safety of your shell
The remains are rancid with a tinge of morbid cells
Gone rogue off the grid, a sudden mutation 
No one saw it coming to destroy our generation
The struggle won't let us leave an offering to our future
Slim chances of survival, like being left to die.

How the hell did I manage to fall down here
Time eats everyone and time never feeds the fear
Marching on commanded by the seconds that become sand
I can't help but embrace wonder guided by universal hands 
I can't help you discover what you seek
You'll find your stolen treasure in a riddle of tongue and cheek
No one said this ride was easy I'm becoming old but not obsolete

Finding self loathing comfort in my blinding rage
A book forged from hatred, blood spilled on every page
Everything I've ever done, good or bad it's held against me
I've given up trying to fight you, you'll bring yourself down to your knees
The solid ground you stand on built from lies, and tyranny

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Hallucinatory Fascination S

I've managed to master the art of self destruction, no need for the applause, no need for an introduction
When the curtains rise, the free spirit falls
Pain paints your face and blood crawls down the walls
The scenery is scrambled, the landscape is withered dust
New growth spawned down in cold black dirt, quenching your secret lust
I'm burning up, but I'm not on fire
I'm breaking down , as your lies begin to expire
slamming locked doors, leave everything behind
Smashing hearts made of glass 
Regulating the changing of our minds
Our interpretation of what we think and how we feel
Creates eruptions of confusion, question everything we think is real
I've perfected, the skill of becoming  infected, we live in troubled times and silence can now be injected
I think it's all finally coming to a close
We won't accept deception and mysteries will be solved
Anticipated feelings  on the brink of extermination
Rain down and flood my life, with hallucinatory fascination s.
I'm freezing cold and slowly picked apart
I'm shutting down the machine that makes me sick how did it start?
Who was one the one that gave it life and a steady beating digital heart?
No blood to run red through cold steel veins
 It's not real but pulses life through wires and sustains
A force so alien
A holographic reaper, our personal destructor as the decline grows steeper
In our final moments, ponder this last question
 Did I satisfy your hallucinatory fascination s.
Curtains close and expose one last hidden blessing
Finding a heaven deep inside my..... hallucinatory fascination s.

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Living Life Through Lifeless Times

We've somehow got to find the will to carry on
The fire to fight will burn within us
Ignited by the sweetness of the dawn
We've traveled for so far and so Long 
The courses unmarked, across the planes of a heart
We only wanted to experience happiness
 Smiles evolve into a long lost form of art
The suns golden fingers, reach towards us like the dream
To be the hand to guide us 
To wash humanity clean
Once upon a far distant time
  We were allowed to think freely,
And use our subconscious minds
Why did you come here,
To take us all by surprise?
 You fooled us with false kindness Forced fed disguised demise
I have painfully grown to know, all your many faces 
They all lack any soul
To bury us in our places
This pressures made to force my head to explode
Confusion rising rapidly as we all implode 
Through the constant haze I am  grateful
 For precious moments I've truly lived
I'm sick of feeling hatred
Teach me how to forgive.
Crash down on my broken bones
Finding eerie comfort in being alone
Live lavish up high in castle towers
You will soon bleed the same blood you spilt , your grave will rot black with no flowers
I love your last words ,they dig deep into my cold heart made of stone
I love my loss of purpose and the wreckage I call home

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Reliving a Living Nightmare

Slowly falling backwards in fast forward, slipping quickly in rewind
Everything has been said and done , envy and jealousy orchestrates the emptiness of your mind
A futile release riddled with confusing censored free speech gone blind with  cold silence
Seemingly progression can't be made without the hunger for some violence
All elements of daily routines become stagnant and replicated
Sadly duplicated , strung out half dead, disappointed to be constantly reinstated 
To a lifeless life , crossed crushed  and   annihilated
Black and white, wrong and right, fight or flight no end in sight
The never ending need for worthless fortune and fame, your just another  piece in this worthless game
We numbly stagger deeper past the feelings and the pain
Memories haunting hunting onward in confined collective consciousness
Erased from my dreams exploring fears of the emptiness , I obsess over the obvious.
I confess, I could care less , if you would only be honest with yourself, there would be no need to ever second guess.
We wouldn't have to point fingers and assign blame
We wouldn't have to feel such worthlessness.
So easy to be erased from the scene by the smiling unseen , forever reliving a living nightmare 
Nothing has ever been what it seems.
Proof that even souls can be bought with a half off coupon to your hopeless hopes and disappointing unfulfilled dreams.

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Holographically Born Numb

When the simplest solution is build another bridge to burn , corner yourself with no salvation 
and nowhere left to turn
  Inevitably both sides seem to get hurt ,  half filled caskets with mouths caked with bitter dirt
The grass is never greener between the heavens and the earth 
Constantly awake dreaming in the haze of the past , breathing life from empty bottles and self labeled an outcast
Innocence will slowly start to make no sense when indifference becomes insignificance
Purposely we trip over these silent walking words , an unlikely agent of my own chaos, subtly I'm usually unnerved
All I can do is pitifully essentially observe .
The world as it is , the world as it were.
 And as it will be , as abnormally 
As this ongoing beautiful insanity 
Such a time to be alive just to watch it slowly die
Just to write this concoction of drug fueled lullabies 
I can't help but smile and release a sigh as I conjure up fabrication and more lies  Useless pieces of this useless puzzle , part of the confusion of the alibi 
This web of self guilt has silently become my life. 
Why this sudden selfishness , I didn't used to be like this , what's the point ? A memo that i must have missed 
 Life shoots blindly , quickly, and yet so obvious
 We continue with our ignorance and obliviousness
Inevitable seconds tick by , like a knife to the heart , a razor to the wrist, and a bloody fist to the sky.
Every end is necessary , to release the weight we never had to carry 
This little game of life can be lived a little less than ordinary.