Is this pure reality?
Could we be led to believe?
Lemmings up against a sea
Drowning in speculationEven told when waters older
More polluted never
Drink the murky media
To plumb the depth of timeWhat of human frailty
Visualize with clarity
Past the sanitation
To childish flesh and boneBleaching sticks and stoner ribs
Pukes up gallows laughter
Stage the mighty media
Blessing this sanitationWhat is this supposed to hold?
Freedoms crush disparaged souls
Despot dug in yellow cake
And failed to certify itCrippled son to pass it on
A hatred fed on hatred
Born deify defensive form
As if to never see thatWhat is real canned I feel
Less important than today
Anyway is it worth the slaughter?
Sit and feel absolutely zero suffering
A condition worth denyingPasted carcass killing fields
Body parts off dolls that bleed
Who was once committed for
Pulling wings off flying thingsFeeling bold to knot put over
Twisted ever after
Hissing faded left alone
To replicate the lieWhat is real, asks the dream
Some dim shift a rift within
Funniest seems a distant damp ring
Fitting end destitution ego death within
A condition dear dementia
Songwriters
Kevin Crompton;Kevin Graham Ogilvie;Omar Torres;Mark WalkPublished by
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