flaky people beside me
the horny suffocate at
the thought or sight of sexy
walking facless
in the multitude
of the tasteless
walkers with attitude
behind me
i wanna run
eyes stab me
i wanna run
and get away
i see another day
no clarity, no mission
blurry vision
of frosted glass
people pass,
i can't see
behind the curtain (repeat)
i feel fine
out and about?
feeling of a different kind
Why are you?
What are you?
Where are you?
blind, cold, cynical
and demented
brain washed by anti-science
your eyes cut out
but truly you can see
what it takes to
shut the fuck up...i plea
despite your lack of knowledge
you can still pick up a pen
to start a wedge
no, a reversal,
a clamp
hope is just past the edge
of the boundary
of conformity
agreeing is the start
pull together not
push apart
Related
