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It hasn't completely rotted away, but we have to watch while it happens. |
You want me to read and regurgitate spill the beans if they meditate take the work home because YOU couldn’t finish strapped to my back like a broke dentist I hate this place and what it stands for I’ve broken these chains of thought core you’re metaphor sediment galore matured to the brink then thrown down the sink a child’s eyes shown what to think not how to think not where to look not how to question or where the cracks lend their attention I’m broke as a joke and this ain’t my circus growth, take a seat now open up your minds and let em’ eat round and round the cogs do spin one stops and it’s called sin so pick up the speed in hopes to win or you’ll be dealing with Darwin bully, whatever parents, bought me a sweater friends, get even better education, government debtor I wonder who picks the books I wonder if it’s those men in the suits I wonder if… Get back to your seat! You’re not here to wonder! You’re in here, with me now! You think what I tell you to think! NO! I want thought exploration I want the cosmos to dance in celebration Take head on your thought experimentation We’re here to challenge your liberation I’m done listening to your antics drawn from anothers’ romantics flavored by the stool of semantics by maniacs who wield attractants you’ve been lied to as well as I it’s right in front of you for both eyes you’d rather collect the check than speak up one variable, showing change is stuck |