Prodigal sons, of these kindred men, who are blind to the sins of their feeding hands.
Gates and borders that will help keep them safe from, when they will follow orders, without fear or brains in them.
the foundation built on bliss. living without distress.
in structural ignorance. it spreads like wild fire.
living without the struggle,
something is missing, in turmoil,
where light is fleeting i’ll be leaving,
shrouded in darkness in search of meaning.
complications, to entertain, will breed such stress
it will rot out, all your fucking brains.
unaware of other’s quest for armageddon,
will be brought on by such simple reactions.
living without the struggle,
something is missing, in turmoil,
where light is fleeting i’ll be leaving,
shrouded in darkness in search of meaning.
`dying without a struggle,
something is missing, this turmoil.
all life is fleeting after i’m leaving
protected by darkness in search
without meaning
there is a never ending quest to no longer
feel meaningless, put forever to the test.
inquisitive torment, has been bent on my mind’s perspective.
for dilated needs
living without the struggle,
something is missing, in turmoil,
where light is fleeting i’ll be leaving,
shrouded in darkness in search of meaning.
`dying without a struggle,
something is missing, this turmoil.
all life is fleeting after i’m leaving
protected by darkness in search
without meaning
