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Standing on the edge of sanity,
Staring into the face of reality
I yell that:
"They can't have me,
I am my own,
They can't take me,
I am mine,
I will stay here,"
Wrapped up in my embrace on imaginary,
I am stabbed in the back by tranquility,
I taste the waters of individuality,
And I like it,
I won't turn back now,
I can't now,
I'll plunge into the words of compliance,
Just so I can see what you think,
I don't want it any longer,
Their agreements and resolvent from sanity,
I don't want to hear their words preached through the megaphones of media,
"It's a lie", I scream as I'm stared in the face by 5 million individuals who all have exiled against me,
"They don't know", I scream aloud in hopes that someone will listen,
But they turn and walk the other way,
"They don't know", I whisper to myself,
It would seem as I'm the only one who knows this..secret,
One that seems to be just meant for me and me alone,
Since no one wants to listen to the enemy,
Standing on the edge of sanity,
I scream into the face of individuality and tell them that:
"They're all fakes,
Absorbed by the media,
Dissolved in the words of a God that doesn't exist,
Enslaved by a world that could care less."
 skaroborn · Thu May 15, 2008 @ 10:43pm · 0 Comments |
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