Machine Cogs and Deceased Heads
I tried my way in this thing,
Its all a glitch in the machine,
Tell me, 'be nice' tell me, 'be mean.'
Well i just don't get it,
Why life's so pathetic,
and why people are so hellbent on trying to change it.
Maybe i should ask god?
No, because i'm stuck in a pod,
And starting to think that my life is odd.
What a weird feeling,
A sensual screening,
A small flutter in my guts that makes me start thinking.
I am a lost fragment,
With bare feet on cracked pavement,
And i am running fast but not ready for my grave yet.
I could procrastinate for two whole days,
And still not want to change my ways,
So i sit here in silence, and wait for a new day.
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