Electric vibes were next in line for migraines and torn sleeves.
If you're born cheap, you're spine lays sideways with sore cheeks.
Stargazing for the sun as the lights fade the storm's leash.
Warn each and every man not to migrate as the shore flees.
Casting shadows of doubt, Palace of Now is hell's yesterday.
Tomorrow's invested way into the future to sell stress and fame.
Television is a prescription for genocide of the mind and body.
Marketing lobbies got me to move the eyes that watch me.
Death served on a black platter and I was glad to have it too,
As I witness the end of the world in a panoramic view.
Mind state designed great, yet built with an apparatus loose.
Trying to extinguish failure's flames yet a pack of matches bloomed.
Tabs of movement gathered as they tracked our saddened youth.
Infrastructure made of glass yet my tasks were shatterproof.
Rulers estranged, they actually seem glad to tax the troops.
Only thing that's free is your ability to breathe and have some facts to chew.
Blueprints for success have been torn to shreds and burned.
There's proof when truth invests in lies formed from death in words.
Before I die, I formally request to be provided an extra hearse.
My soul needs to rest, too.
Tired of chasing a survival string with knots along the way.
Pursuing nightfall as soon as time stops to pawn the day.
Faced encounters with dusk as we fought 'til dawn was traced.
Always looking ahead, remembering we're taught the songs of grace.
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