Listen
Lost, blind, and running--my existence is pain,
Among the corpses and sheep, I strive to stay sane,
I'm screaming at them, "You can move on your own!"
But as I search through the ruins, I find that I am (as always) alone,
I cannot escape though I'm trying, so to the others I attempt to talk,
but I find the herd can only stand while the undead bodies walk,
These marionettes are shifted, shambling like birds with broken wings,
I cannot reach the puppeteers but I vow to cut their playthings strings,
Yet I am upside-down underwater, twisting in the icy dark,
I gasp and struggle to find the surface as I bump into a shark,
And I drown everyday, gurgling in the blood of my misery,
Though I am a muted ventriloquist, I goad the masses to see,
My past is a jagged scar in a world that I cannot erase,
"I do not belong here!" I know, so I must veil my face,
Tied up and kidnapped by reality, I must play the renegade,
How do I shatter the nightmare of this opium charade?
Doped up and dying the unwashed masses surrender to being led,
Speak out against this control and the sight is aimed at your head,
And I have always hated you and you've always rejected me,
Still I will be your martyr if you will only set yourselves free!
My cause is too noble and the stakes are far too great,
My soul is too shredded now to be stopped by merely hate,
Yet if I could destroy your world, know that it's the first thing I would do,
But the lemmings manipulate the influence, so everything's decaying because of you,
To cleanse the world from mankind's genocide and "progress" is my wish,
but technology destroys Nature and people ravage each other with relish,
So I should just tear it all down and start again with what good is left,
but all I have to do is wait because robbers have already started this theft,
You see, I have already been tortured by demons time and time again,
But how will you fare with those fiends when the script comes to an end?
I have seen visions in my anguish of worlds beyond heaven and hell,
Once all the blind ones finally see it, they"ll find they only had one soul to sell,
The Devil is taking in stragglers whether they're evil or innocent,
When you find out the Truth, you'll wonder what it All meant,
You'll scream in denial of the agony when all your beliefs are proven dead,
and your actions or inactions revealed--You'll see your ignorance was handfed,
by preachers and politicians who never gave a damn for your soul,
Frantically you'll sift through the liars for a leader who can make you whole,
Crippled from the quest for Enlightenment, I've come back with an interpretation,
and I am struggling to give you the Answers now, if you'd only shut up and listen!
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