Fit in like a sin that wasn’t for me, it didn’t make me free or see a better reality,Maybe just the subject of hate and envy and misplaced petty rivalry Fit in like a sin that wasn’t for me Didn’t make me free or see a better reality
Just making the same mistakes all over again
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You see, to feel free is a concept or a dream ,
a scene from nightmarish scream,you gotta mean what you believe, not deceive to receive. your like minded echo call, the fall of you all.
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The rule for the fools to school their unreasonable way of being . Well seeing is for the blind where the one eyed man is king, and things seem to ring true .When really what they do is without a clue, or care for you
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hide truth like a toothless crackhead, the living dead , the lying head of things left unsaid
the feet of lead in the red ocean of dread
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My train of thought like a mental assault giving me reason to feel distraught, like I ought to be naughty but felt past it at forty my mind feeling faulty my body distorted
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Believing I belonged to those now my enemy or frenemy they say,but it’s just a way to play with words,the meanings the same left out for the birds and the worms that turn at every opportunity
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they see it’s them not we that don’t want unity
They move the goals every time I’m near
instilling a fear far beyond reasonable doubt
do I fight it out, or shout falling out with those around that I surround myself With
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The Freeks and the cliques that offer their mystique for those who seek things a little unique
So called Original, individual, in the middle of it all
waiting to fall to be free from it all
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The stories that bore me the sores that plague me those that act like a baby well maybe they’ll save me or Will they save themselves, save it for someone else their own personal hell left dead on the shelf
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Where health and mind are so intertwined
with the crimes and whines of the seeing and the blind .We’ll fool me once and shame on me but try and try again to fool twice to fool three
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Well now I can see the techniques they employ
to divert the hoi polloi from the real and the just
We’re all just dust or aging with rust in a scene so obscene with no one to trust
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