Jul 20, 2004 23:59
life of MISmatching pERsonalitY
EightFold turmoil in sand deep rain
Buried with the glass castles grazing upon my vision
An automaton creation inside the juncture of hypocrisy
We waged our future for what, for this? A self classed social construct
Not fit for particle planets, separating atoms from science, into souls and essence
We will forget our place today
In memory, the day we thought was real did not exist at all
Invisible function we process through habit
Stand in one place and sleep for days
Remote control off, They will ruin you
Slavery to the entity of a scripture, you profess the realism,
I profess the hatred, you profess the belief, I profess the truth
Robotic lines of washed up motherboards
Our programmed earth of units
Awareness never occured to us then
Interaction amongst life
We stride to perfection, a word, a definition the human kind determined
There is no truth, only humanity