marquis_de_odde
11-29-2004, 10:48 PM
Slipped a coin in the bucket
No one knew I'd come at all
Homegrown intellectuals
Flailing their insecurities
Inside a fence of sarcastic contemplation
I grooved on the symbol of the beast
But never let it suck me in
There's more to things
Than airing out
A long ago lived
Ostracized nightmare
For life to progress
We need to grow
For growing to be summoned
We need to forget
If forgetting were ever a reality
Egos must be dropped
Tearing down their comfy forts
Peering out into the madness
With more ambition
Than what these super heads
Have ever felt they needed
Your art isn't shit
It is presumptious
But it's also the absence of shit
The abscence of any real reflections
Other than a mad dash chant
"Kill and eat
We must defeat!"
Attacking all open pores of society
For what?
It seems as they all follow the wave
Of chemicals burning,auras spinning violet
And lay on dirty wooden floors
Twitching and laughing
Until one chemical proves the topper
Cracks them upside the skull
So loud
It drowns out all blood lust fantasies
And oh how the mighty have fallen
twentysome stories into the bog
If they really are vessles of communication
They amble off to their own movies
If not they stay forever
Clawing curses into the floor
Eventually it's all one in the same
A new sector begins
Throw down hang-ups
Pick up on superiority
Walk across the man/floor mess
Stomping their stilettos
Into every crevass and crack
Until the whole thing splits wide open
The trials start again
No one knew I'd come at all
Homegrown intellectuals
Flailing their insecurities
Inside a fence of sarcastic contemplation
I grooved on the symbol of the beast
But never let it suck me in
There's more to things
Than airing out
A long ago lived
Ostracized nightmare
For life to progress
We need to grow
For growing to be summoned
We need to forget
If forgetting were ever a reality
Egos must be dropped
Tearing down their comfy forts
Peering out into the madness
With more ambition
Than what these super heads
Have ever felt they needed
Your art isn't shit
It is presumptious
But it's also the absence of shit
The abscence of any real reflections
Other than a mad dash chant
"Kill and eat
We must defeat!"
Attacking all open pores of society
For what?
It seems as they all follow the wave
Of chemicals burning,auras spinning violet
And lay on dirty wooden floors
Twitching and laughing
Until one chemical proves the topper
Cracks them upside the skull
So loud
It drowns out all blood lust fantasies
And oh how the mighty have fallen
twentysome stories into the bog
If they really are vessles of communication
They amble off to their own movies
If not they stay forever
Clawing curses into the floor
Eventually it's all one in the same
A new sector begins
Throw down hang-ups
Pick up on superiority
Walk across the man/floor mess
Stomping their stilettos
Into every crevass and crack
Until the whole thing splits wide open
The trials start again