Beneath the rails, seeking failure's foe, the grail and such
I needed to bail but I feel like a snail leaving a trail of gunk
Inhaling junk into these paper lungs daily
Speak with a razor tongue when sharing the labors of love plainly
Numbed and brainfreezed as daydreams clatter
Pander procession to illusions of a stage and screen grandeur
Angsty chatter bashing mainstream clamor
Scattered words and crazy banter flow in lake stream manner
Just keep completing chapters, repeating patterns and hoofing it on butchered streets traveled by countless seekers of sugared bliss
Put in the mix of a crooked pit of rot and rust polished up, painted gold, drained and sold and bought to fuck
Awestruck at the way the light show nights glow, but cautious of the high-hope blindfolded dice rolls
The right throw could heighten total goal attainment
In this plagued arrangement, sage advice from ghosts is overrated
Go behold the vacancies and fading dreams of labor leeches so related in motivation to chase the same procedures
Praise and allegiance to the slave machine that takes the pieces made to reach sustainment
Placing strain upon the facial features
Retaining secrets and lessons
Keep progressing in heart and action
Reflect the love and practice the art of passion
Discard attachment to possessions that possess the spirit
Accept that fear exists and won't announce a guest appearance
Respect your peers and the experiences shared
Repair what you damage and manage a myriad of cares
Especially those outside of the self
Find a desire to help others compared to lighting fire to felt
The kind that's held like elephant memories
Bettering the world
I hope I can shed this extra baggage and be ready to learn
Let it burn everything, word to 1871
This life is cycles of rising after the setting of suns

This loss and gain, it's all the same
In the way that they relate to a ball and chain
Gnawing away till the haunting's caught and contained and harnessed to water the garden with flaws and positive change
We are the autumn rain falling along the fray
Putting the tower on display for some hollow praise
Within the arms of a stranger, we could feel harmed, endangered, possibly safe or even amazingly exonerated but...

We're pollenated to fall in place under obligation to autonomated congregations consolidated on top of a shoddy base founded on common hatreds, bonded through domination and moderating of populations
Cooperating on complications to operations brought to aid the honest patrons lost in fallen places
It's written in the constellations
Stars await the day we all awaken
Radiating through the stretches of the universe
But human worth is often viewed as dirt
Brushed aside
Strewn along the gutters
Citing skewed concern and ruptured pride
Customize the culture clashes
Extract a colored fraction
Back the track to stubborn past examples of repulsive madness
Regurgitated like stomach acid
Banding a plan of action for banishing detractors of upper-classness
If they disrupt the pattern, mask it with something lavish
A comfy bandage
That, or an utter fucking detachment

Sleep well beneath a deep dream-driven spell
Keep the self
Each has seen an individual heaven and hell
And you'll never break that shell until the swelling goes down
From within before outward
(We are products of our entitlements)
So chase the dream you won't awaken from
Underneath a wool visor, eyes so tired and tried from all the vines that must be climbed
Till that view gets skewed and lost in the mix of the tune you've gotten used to
A crossover hit to the chin, but grin
Put trust in the wind
Let it lead
Keep stumbling and continuing again (and again) until the end of this
(Keep the cycle in rotation, but)
Keep those dreams close
Packed together in the pockets of that tote you carry home and away

Take time to see the other side of the lines you've drawn