I can envision your perfect nation, your plan to
sedate intellectual pacification. I have to
believe that there's more that this. The truth in
my hands, that I am not sick, I don't live in sin,
that this is all wrong, the reality prison, dreams
of human liberation. Beating a dead horse with
fear in your eyes accepted a battle with a war in
mind. Singled out the target, big brother in the
rifle sights. So you shoot to kill, death just to
feel, thunder to fear, rain to know tears. Hide in
the image the armor of cowards, hidden in vices
just to deal, your elitist faction fueling the
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standstill. Lifestyle choices, never in struggle?
Short sighted goals, this is not freedom, this is
control! The prisoner plotting his escape
exclusive anarchy a joke in bad taste. Did you
offer solution is that why he turned his head, or
insult his ignorance, in experience, blindness.
You cry for the satisfaction before you put in the
work, accept possibilities as a dream, what the
fuck's the fuss for? Is this sincerity or is this
a joke?