g e t    u s e    t o    i t

I cannot deny my desire to kill my head once again
Eyes awake for too long
Just another accomplice of cerebral brutality
A fallacy of justice
Brought upon the common dwellers of autonomous thinking
In compliance, my mind bleeds from the thought of another day
Of condemnation
A formal re-creation of spirit, further tortured by the horrific notion
of
This formal devotion
To a people of modern alliance
These are not the words of defiance
But the formal enlightenment
Of
The common compliance
Written by the way my mind wonders
Leave your head mistaken in a ponder
Why does this young man find search no longer
I tell you
Eyes tweaked by the booze I bent
No longer, my vision spent
This is the truth I vent
I leave you with this conclusion
Get use to it
Just get use to it.