My darkest secret, is it even a little normal?
Okay so since beyond the yesteryears of my early days I always had this incredibly dark secret.
Now i have finally found a place that i can lay to rest the heavy worries that haunt my brain like parasitical maggots that chew away at the inner part of my thoughts on the atomic clock second.
I never thought that the common ground was worth the claim,
looking at the carpet i found my self puzzled at what it could be. i wondered, could it be that yet another day was lost to the trenches?
It was like you never saw it coming, the zeros and ones just racing around and what for?
"you" and your"self" just slapping the letters together and before you know it it's like sunbeam on a rainy day.
as if i could finally see the code beyond the cardboard cutout words that these hollow folk were hurling up from their cookie cutter shaped stomach
the ancient skywatchers knew we'd take it too far
mans desire untethered from oak, far removed from its root, i starve for the things that once made it whole.
Is their really a method to the madness? can you really see beyond the absurdity long enough to click and subscribe into the Babylonian matrix? Blow your brains beyond my reach! I cannot save you anymore, their is no hope for our kind.
you fall and fall, and can it really be that their is no end? Can it really be that your sickness lives on?
rest easy in your thoughtful rotting thinky flesh, their is no need for you to cry
you shake and moan, your pain is nothing, it is not real
you think too much! you need your pattern! you need your shapes!
but its all an illusion you are just a fake
you cannot see, you are too far gone
if you could only know the true depth to any of your songs
you're lost in counting, lost in shade
seek out some sun.. but it will always be too late
i dont really know what life is for
their is something within us but theirs got to be more
voices will lead you too all sorts of thoughts
listen to yourself and see that no one really knows
no no no!
NO ONE REALLY KNOWS.