Million Dead
The Kids Are Going To Love It
If I can't feel (on a given day) the way I wanted to, The temptation hits, My grip it could slip, I could give it up. But if I can't feel (on a given day) the way i wanted to, I won't cheapen myself, I won't be patronized by lethargy. And it would be nice to answer questions with a capsule
But I don't deem myself that simple minded. And it would be nice to untie knots with single gestures But I keep on drawing blood. And it would be nice to think oblivion was a challenge instead of an excuse. You built yourself a socio-cultural trap, Launched an attack on your subconscious ruby ridge. If you get what you want you can't play Hamlet to the balcony. The ultimate expression of consumerism - the wholesale commodification of sensation. The ultimate rejection of asceticism - the doors of perception kicked in. The ultimate acceptance of conservatism - a fierce passion subsumed and corrupted. The ultimate bisection of ethicalism - as you imbibe the denial of choice. If I can see straight I can't lie. Let's put an end to this falsehood, To the conception that this is different. Misunderstood and misconstrued alternative only in vocabulary. You leave the office on a friday, Swap one glazed expression for another
For 48 hours in elaborate gilded costumes at the masquerade warehouse.
From Letras Mania