How can you miss it?
You can practically taste it.
How are you? HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU!?
Oblivious nimrods stroll on by to the beat of their own dumb…thoughts?
I shudder at the implication.
We the people of this tuned out nation missing the train standing at the station.
Oblivious is all that describes you.
The ubiquitous ridiculousness of your being unable to maintain a stable awareness of the world in which you are hopeless to collapse into a function is beyond me and certainly beyond you.
Wave goodbye to your mind’s eye that may clue you into to the subtleties like the rocks I would use to wake you.
Condemn you to the stone-age where a consumed slave state you embody would reign supreme.
A being vile and obscure the only remedy a watcher from on high could take would be annihilation. It’s not like you exist anyway, right? I’M SPEAKING TO YOU!
Or more what you would be, could be, should be if even the moral precepts are to be believed. Conceived in minds you’ll never know or know you should know how to understand.
A sham and shallow pride you imbibe, smile wider honey, I want to get your teeth just right.
The biting and grating in my head makes me yearn for something more, something pure like what keeps your tongue from spewing bile in my general direction.
Never a time for reflection, rejection stinging the puddles you haven’t jumped in.
Affection shared for all that was never there, never cared, unaware.
Oblivious to how obsequious you are to the tides and the ebbs and the flows of the two tone time changes.
You aren’t different, you aren’t special, and I hope it haunts you, a daunting reminder as to why you get blinder and blinder as it sinks beneath your skin. As you grow fonder of your deepest sin, taking for granted what you’ll never acknowledge lies only within.
You can practically taste it.
How are you? HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU!?
Oblivious nimrods stroll on by to the beat of their own dumb…thoughts?
I shudder at the implication.
We the people of this tuned out nation missing the train standing at the station.
Oblivious is all that describes you.
The ubiquitous ridiculousness of your being unable to maintain a stable awareness of the world in which you are hopeless to collapse into a function is beyond me and certainly beyond you.
Wave goodbye to your mind’s eye that may clue you into to the subtleties like the rocks I would use to wake you.
Condemn you to the stone-age where a consumed slave state you embody would reign supreme.
A being vile and obscure the only remedy a watcher from on high could take would be annihilation. It’s not like you exist anyway, right? I’M SPEAKING TO YOU!
Or more what you would be, could be, should be if even the moral precepts are to be believed. Conceived in minds you’ll never know or know you should know how to understand.
A sham and shallow pride you imbibe, smile wider honey, I want to get your teeth just right.
The biting and grating in my head makes me yearn for something more, something pure like what keeps your tongue from spewing bile in my general direction.
Never a time for reflection, rejection stinging the puddles you haven’t jumped in.
Affection shared for all that was never there, never cared, unaware.
Oblivious to how obsequious you are to the tides and the ebbs and the flows of the two tone time changes.
You aren’t different, you aren’t special, and I hope it haunts you, a daunting reminder as to why you get blinder and blinder as it sinks beneath your skin. As you grow fonder of your deepest sin, taking for granted what you’ll never acknowledge lies only within.
