Visions of Acting

I’m crunching down too desperately
This shit will slowly eat you see
To rule against the rule within
A common sight for those who try again

And all the offers
Are meant to break
In a hamster wheel no prison wake
A solid coffin, for those who shake
With contemplating giving more than they take

Cause rot from every root you will
Despite at all the days that’ll kill
Your hope and love and spirits
Will just share a hopeful frame

Trust
you‘re not
Set
for success

Trust
You‘re just
rotting flesh

Cause rot from every root you will
Despite at all the days that’ll kill
Your hope and love and spirits
Will just share a hopeful frame
Will just share a hopeful frame

Tangled up in ropes, while the world is crawling by
Taking in a display’s scent, for no other reason why
A glitch and you procrastinate, the cells they chase their tails
At least you got a laugh, you tell yourself

But still you remain pinned, to the antidote device - Which doesn’t really trigger - Anything but lies

Time runs by, Shortest sight - Do you really mean to tell me - you think this is life?

Stay afloat on visuals, That portray what you lack
Hold a mirror, set a precedent, That’s not real to no end
The curtain it will lift, sentences will bait, Just so you can pretend that you care

But still you remain pinned, To the antidote device - Which doesn’t really trigger - Anything but lies

Time runs by, Shortest sight - Do you really mean to tell me - That you think this is life?

Bust out, Of the four-edged cage
A hammer might loosen the pain, Trapped fast in the frame-loaded lies
A silent curtain thrown over feeling unalive,

So take the ion housing and hope that it will rust
Welcome to the revolution - humanity’s shiny crutch
Generation’s fade while blueish tints are sad
Not really sure, if this too shall pass

But still you remain pinned, To the antidote device -Which doesn’t really trigger - Anything but lies

Time runs by, Shortest sight - Do you really mean to tell me - That you think this is life?

Chalk it up to lack of reflection
Because this would be hard to miss
While curtains drawn and in wars engulfed
In backrooms they insist

That all be done in favor of, Fuckers who have it all
Seems much too familiar, None of them mourn those fates lost

Make it right, But all these fucking toils
Just in time, For a profit margin rise

Illusion goes a long way
To rest easy on these lands
They are caterpillars hungry nuff
To eat through all these lands

Captivate beyond a doubt Fearful to their name
Grab a shovel dig a grave, Still you think you’re not the same

Make it right, But all these fucking toils
Just in time, For a profit margin rise

When all is shuffled, secretly
The palms you’re dealt will still repeat
For everlasting simple cries
Upon this hill, the camp will die

Preach, words that repeat
Your hands are tied
To the ever-lasting profit margin rise

Move along, There’s nothing to see
An expose of decrepit delusion,
Of god-given might to rule over rights
Talismans and keep-sakes fortified

A wolf in the mirror a lamb on the streets.
Just inside out with nothing to feed
Simply skip a beat
You’re not the one thing this world needs

Need to cut off the hand that feeds, These murderous beliefs
That double x is y’s defeat, Adjusted so it does content

Moving in, The wayside concrete
Enshrined in fear, A distant defeat

A clown on the pavement, A low-living breed
Engaging in bullshit, For it’s all you seek

Just need to
Just need to
Just need to
Bleed

Need to cut off the hand that feeds, These murderous beliefs
That double x is y’s defeat, Adjusted so it does content

Believe, if you will, To the end
And stab