I've recorded several thousand ways
To relieve the stress of every day life
Whether it is destruction or art
Or even the art form of demolition
And here stands different types of machinery
That can produce, reduce, and eliminate
Yet here we remain, organic to an extent
And we've created boundaries that are endless
And we measure time and predict our demise
Leaving our sense of wonder to wither and fall
Though few still hold pride, many have sold their minds
To feed the growing generator of invention and convenience
And we count our scars like they were trophies
And we judge our honor by how we appear outside
When within there is a positive vortex of humanity
Everyone has their own, though many have died of hunger
And we sell artificiality by the dozen
And our ingenuity has been rented by Satan himself
Once we reach the top of a mountain
Another pushes us away, and replaces our flag
And depression is a justified reason for abuse
And being different means that a statement is made
Where the difference between "real" and "fake"
Is the gender confusion between a neck-tie
Where everything that you claim to be a part of
Slowly but surely decides what and who you are
And here again you're hating the government
Yet with your "anarchy" you'd face a more violent Hell
There is no correct reason
Because every type of fact is based on opinion
Opinion is often argued
And we are forced to decide what kind of lies suit us well.
"Why should I come down? From here I can see forever."
- Nevermore.
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