?•.¸¸.• ?? ? I'm a lexicon devil with a battered brain /
& I'm searchin' for a future; The world's my aim
& I'm searchin' for a future; The world's my aim
... If only I could stick the entirety of the history of my discourse with disgrace verbatum into a proverbial crack pipe.
Burn sincerety into smoke & suck long & hard on soul sustinance; take a huge hit of purity.
& stare wide-eyed/pupiled at all the cut that's left behind smoke & mirrors glass.
If people keep cutting their "forevers" & "always" with means to ends I'll just ******** burn all your words/worlds/words/worlds down
in a proverbial meth ipe
Take in what's real,
gauge the residue of the fake
(lies in white coating; clear perception compromised by poisonous cut... i.e. , lies)
(but why?)
BURN OFF YOUR IMPURITIES
be mean if you mean what you say
DON'T LACE YOUR PROMISES WITH ESCAPE ROUTES
Don't assure the unsure.
Try not to breathe & I'll try not to fall
Forget how to swim & drown with me.
"the eyes are not there...
the eyes are not there....
Those were pearls that were..." weighning you down when you tried to catch your breath
Saw off your legs & scratch out your eyes
(Where'd you go? Where'd you go?)
I'll be the vagrant that violates your vacancy
You'll play the victim who vindicates all their vices
& I'll play the villan who turns your views viral
I'll be the vibrance making visual the violence of vacancy.
As vital as vivisection.
As vicarious as vengence
I'll dance in the rain
drowning in my flood
(I'll dance in your demise)
for the corpse, for the corporation,
for the cords, the records, & the reconciliation,
for the coalitions & the co-owned coersion,
for the communities and the collective recollections
for the core without a core,
for the corneas layered in cataracts
of catalogues & catwalks & cerebral casteration
for the convenience & the currency & the coin-operated cognition
Welcome to your human condition
There's no turning back, you coined this collision
corrode, corrupt, combat, combust,
(& come back?)
... Commotion in your corridors/corners/corridors/corners
Communal excommunication in your commandments of corners.
Welcome to the carnival of the carnivorous,
cancerous carousels & cyanide cotton candy,
fatal ferris-wheels & even more fatal attractions
We're vampires inside out.
THERE HAS TO BE MORE TO LIFE THAN THIS
you bet your life there isn't.
all those dusty memories
all the dusty walls never touched
all the dusty handprints on mirrors that once showed souls no longer seen
(& to dust we shall return)
& what we see is what we get,
we're broke, we're broken,
we're drowning in the pieces of ourselves that fell apart while our eyes were closed
we're drowning in the seaof black behind our eyelids
don't look, don't see, don't think, don't be
Face yourself, faceless to faceless
Tear it up & watch it fall
Burn sincerety into smoke & suck long & hard on soul sustinance; take a huge hit of purity.
& stare wide-eyed/pupiled at all the cut that's left behind smoke & mirrors glass.
If people keep cutting their "forevers" & "always" with means to ends I'll just ******** burn all your words/worlds/words/worlds down
in a proverbial meth ipe
Take in what's real,
gauge the residue of the fake
(lies in white coating; clear perception compromised by poisonous cut... i.e. , lies)
(but why?)
BURN OFF YOUR IMPURITIES
be mean if you mean what you say
DON'T LACE YOUR PROMISES WITH ESCAPE ROUTES
Don't assure the unsure.
Try not to breathe & I'll try not to fall
Forget how to swim & drown with me.
"the eyes are not there...
the eyes are not there....
Those were pearls that were..." weighning you down when you tried to catch your breath
Saw off your legs & scratch out your eyes
(Where'd you go? Where'd you go?)
I'll be the vagrant that violates your vacancy
You'll play the victim who vindicates all their vices
& I'll play the villan who turns your views viral
I'll be the vibrance making visual the violence of vacancy.
As vital as vivisection.
As vicarious as vengence
I'll dance in the rain
drowning in my flood
(I'll dance in your demise)
for the corpse, for the corporation,
for the cords, the records, & the reconciliation,
for the coalitions & the co-owned coersion,
for the communities and the collective recollections
for the core without a core,
for the corneas layered in cataracts
of catalogues & catwalks & cerebral casteration
for the convenience & the currency & the coin-operated cognition
Welcome to your human condition
There's no turning back, you coined this collision
corrode, corrupt, combat, combust,
(& come back?)
... Commotion in your corridors/corners/corridors/corners
Communal excommunication in your commandments of corners.
Welcome to the carnival of the carnivorous,
cancerous carousels & cyanide cotton candy,
fatal ferris-wheels & even more fatal attractions
We're vampires inside out.
THERE HAS TO BE MORE TO LIFE THAN THIS
you bet your life there isn't.
all those dusty memories
all the dusty walls never touched
all the dusty handprints on mirrors that once showed souls no longer seen
(& to dust we shall return)
& what we see is what we get,
we're broke, we're broken,
we're drowning in the pieces of ourselves that fell apart while our eyes were closed
we're drowning in the seaof black behind our eyelids
don't look, don't see, don't think, don't be
Face yourself, faceless to faceless
Tear it up & watch it fall
?imme ?imme your hands,?imme gimme your minds
?imme gimme your hands,?imme gimme your minds
?imme gimme this-gimme, ?imme tha-yea-yea-t...? ??´´¯`•?
