Finality of the Vices

The Pixie Dust

All my life they told me I could be

Anything that I imagined for me
And I believed, in sheer ignorance

That the world was tangible at my fingertips.

They told me that I was in command
That the world was in the palm of my hand
But they deceived my naive younger mind
For I have found what all adults eventually find

That this world is poison and corrupted dreams
And what's left to hear are the woeful screams
Of those who wished upon stars once before
And now the mystery's solution is lying on the floor

Those hopes and dreams of a future so bright
Are intangible remains of a tycoon's drunken night
And we eat up his shit like it's so fucking great
And this is why we will never escape. 

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