Conscious Revolution

Brows around, copy, cut, and paste another day, I can’t sleep at night, daylights for dreaming. All I fear is time and the alarm clocks chime, struggling to stay inside the dotted white line.

Where was I to go, think, or do, I spent too much time standing on my ass, never the less, I’m warring comfortable shoes. Somehow life got in the way, someone promised me a rose colored garden, but I can’t remember who.

What about tomorrow, when and if it comes, watch out, here comes insecurity, hurry turn around and run. No, not that way, into the corridor of madness that’s where you’ll find me, drooling, hanging by the tongue.

The mountains silhouette has lost its third dimension to the glow of city lights, that’s why I’ve turned and I’m not looking back, you can keep all you fucking gold and technological crap. Yin or Yang, what’s it gonna be, impale my heart, unshackle me.

I’ll take my chances in a well-designed hell, where there quite might be burning flesh and a putrid smell. All for one, and black hole eyes, at least it’s too hot to ware a disguise. Even the guarantee of misery is a pleasant compromise, and the certainty you bring within your faith, lies.

Banish me a lunatic rattled with insanity, fill me with sorrow and throw away the key, but what will become of you now that I’ve outlined your reality?

Look for another witch to burn, waylay the hungry, and feed your breeding bitch, your moral fiber could use another stitch. All the bullshit factories you’ve founded are shut down, fatten up the corporate pig and pass it around. Blue blood turns red, when spilt upon the corrupted ground...