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City Life
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I look around...
Hollow homes
And dead city nights
Isnt anyone alive anymore?
I ask...knowing the answer
Death and nothingness
I strain my ears while I drive to hear the wind in the leaves
I leave the window open at night so the gods lullaby of
Night crickets sings me to sleep
I drive around town
Noise
Not even white Noise
Just mindless useless chatter of nothing
Why?
Give me the roaring sound of the Gods
Give me thunder in its brilliance
Give me the water as it crashes along the shore
Give me a doe as she eats a single blade of grass at a time
I was never one to fall in with societys frivilties and superfluous bullshit....
I dont even care if I used the word right you get my point
Fuck the bullshit just get to the point! Where is humanity?
Fallen
Into a black void of living cell androids
They build and they build
They file and they file
Do any ever wonder, question?
Ask them why they follow the useless chatter of a hollow world....they tell you
Money
Money money useless bits of fucking paper....
Does it buy happiness?
Does it bring you love? (if it does your an idiot)
Does it set your heart and soul free so you feel like you can fly?
No...its a trap...a dead end weight. Quite literally
You work and you slave all to bring home that little piece of paper
Society tells you earn more..work harder...
All for the skin and sap of a dead tree
They tell you...money makes you you....
Money helps you buy ways to express yourself....
Apparently no ones learned to just open their mouth
Let words spill out
Like vomit of the soul
But hey at least that is real and well... out there
Instead of inside poisoning your gut.
Societys become the 8 of Swords
Your souls become silent
Your body entrapped
To a slavery of self repressed denial of the truth
You lost yourself
Lost within the confines of materialistic beuracracy
What is beauracracy exactly..how do you spell it?
I never bothered to care...
Give me life
Give me emotion
Give me a pure undiluted thought
Given from the depths of the body
And away from materialism
And yea all I talk about is give me give me
A spoiled diva who just wants reality
Who hopes and cant wait for armageddon
Because Im tired of the bullshit
Even those who claim to be so themselves
Drama...thats all they got.
What about intellect?
What about history or literature?
What about free thought and freeform
Flowing uninhibited that has nothing to do with the self
But everything to do with life?
I drive around...the leaves whisper...Im grateful for the silence
For in silence I can still catch that bit of humanity
That seems to only survive in the nature
That we try and kill
City life....is soul death.
But I live it
And here I sit...
Trying to comprehend the social structure
Of a world I just cant fucking seem to get.
