He blocks his own path

On a road less travelled

Sore eyes tired of trying

To keep the dream alive

One foot in front of the other

But fails to recognize

Signs of internal disaster



His mind is lost in his fantasies

A generation without moderation

And we wonder why

They are all pieces of shit

And life moves on without them


Life is nothing without our dreams

But we can't blindly walk while in our sleep


Ecstasy of the night

Dominates our own ambition

Why work for something

When we can get everything for free

Lost in a black pond reflection

Not even human

We inject this poison


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and apathy - a common state for many - slc