Locked in empty words of pain
You sit alone in silent gain
Empty words on which you choke
The truth alone your acts did cloak
Maybe time can alter states
In your space the world relates
Look to those you imitate
Trust in those cooperate
Maintain the function you aspire
As you descend into the pyre
The illusion of things that bring you hope
Without your mask you cannot cope
Conform to acts of mass consumption
Enter the void of eternal destruction
Programmed thoughts create illusions
Then bring to course all its conclusions
No comments:
Post a Comment