cerebral assasin

Aug 03, 2004 01:56

cerebral assasin

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three times tainted, time's traitorous tug
pretty paved promises, prevent from pullin the plug
alliterating the day, a little game that i play
sulking in the sun, stillness sought in the rays
still i bathe in the praise, but often i stumble
the plugs making their way, across the cerebral jungle
though elevated, i'm humble, i choose to exist and thats it
as long as the plugs aren't pulled, my dark hallways stay lit
from smoking a cigarette on the side of the street,
to wandering around forgetting the people i meet
i choose to stay discreet, i choose autistic warfare
preoccupied inside, a conscious, common, cold stare
subjective state-of-the-art road flares; i did this to myself
when my ego gets the best of me, i place it back onto it's shelf
no, alliteration never helps, it only spaces me from truth
anybody that's challenged, eneded up a body hung from the roof
there's not much to prove, 'cause i'm not stating much.
a phrenic assasin, devouring smaller intellects for lunch
and that's only when i'm not dealing with me
an 'introvert' sounds harsh, but 'arcane' fits me nicely
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