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The midday air is stale and cold

Ripping through my senseless mind

As direction goes out the door, I find myself at war

A bitter war that’s left me blind

 

Six, six, six, take them one at a time

I have yet to see a sign of changing morals

How candescent the ones in power, the ones in the towers

While all the while brothers quarreled

 

Counting backwards from dusk till noon

Imagery bombards my fragile brain

Conditioned through apathy my mind is numb, no place to run

Simplistic pleasures riddled with pain

 

Drifting hopelessly along

Day to day my words are frayed

The cold grip leaves me sick, it’s some cruel trick

Revolution fades when you get paid

 

Things, places, trophies towers

When’s it all just gonna stop

If you rely on your gold, you’ll be trapped in a mold

When’s it all just gonna stop

 

Fear from fear as fear fades black

Colors burst with lustrous tone

But war leaves you blind, it pollutes your mind

Those colors were lost when you mounted that throne

 

Looking through the mirror ain’t so easy

You fight against the other side

A revolution of the mind, is one of a kind

To those who seek, let them find