And so I sleep the days away beneath a cage of gazes waking me repeatedly
The ace of spades remains to play in secrecy
The deck is laced
It's safe to say we're faced with vagrant dreams enacted blatantly
Amazing race the maze
Escape the tyranny
But fear of fleeing keeps me hear seated insatiably
While nature screams my name, I beat my brain for change of scenery
Chained to the region that raised me and anxious to leave but wanting to stay and needing to wait to be ready to stray
Anchors away
My aching ticker's conflicted but I'm sticking with it for love's sake
I hope the flood gates don't break before I get to finish the living I've got to do here
The new year is right around the corner and the warning signs are all over and under
I shoulder the hunger for personal growth above the surgical strokes that birth words and verses in hopes of inspiring something from someone
Internal spark
Fertile sharks lurk in dark waters
Encircling art and certain thought-to-be freedoms
I need to start preparing
It's scary to think, in the blink of an eye the skies could ignite in a fiery blaze of despair
We must be aware
Mistrust in the air
Distractions on the tube
Soon they'll snatch and ration food
Increase the tactical abuse
They are wrapping nooses tightly 'round our necks of the woods
With loose inspected disrespect drenched in reflections of good
Don't second guess the misdirection
You sense it in what you see and you covet and you purchase, prepare, consume and reduce to rubbish
The public's under surveillance
A hundred cameras are waiting around every corner
Recording our faces and voices
Reporting our choices to the royal authority, moral majority-supported assortment of contorting thieves
These wars for peace, the distorted dreams, are a part of something more discreet and bigger than I can fully figure or believe
But like it or not, it's happening right in our optic paths and the signs are constantly stacking up
Keeping us itching for relief
I'm torn between the ways I'm set in and the prepping for who I need to be if life's really headed where I believe it's headed
I keep on getting the sense that the needle's threaded
The people stressed and collecting lethal weapons for protection and deep aggression progressed into blood thirst fulfillment
If love hurts, then killing's just a part of the package
They keep discretion deception with a cover image to lull us into comfort, willing us to pardon the damage
My heart is contaminated
Celebrating new year's in my room alone, deep in thought
Crooning slow
Speaking soft
And keeping watch as the celebration pops because fireworks are the perfect cover for gunshots

Fireworks are the perfect cover for gunshots
High alerts under surface bubblegum fun drops
Violent spurts will emerge and jump from the glove box
Hide your hurt
Curtained until the love is a sunspot
My stomach has spun knots
Punch-drunk angst
Among the gut-rot giving dump truck thanks
A sudden abrupt stop brings on change
Stuck on this table with a big long chain
In this ping pong game
The same sing song sang in a range of pitches
Containing glitches and labor shifts but lately raised suspicions have made a difference in day to day decisions
Is it a brain condition?
Enslaved to the premonitions
Insane or intuition?
In vain or in tradition, God exists above it all in puzzled minds and muzzled jaws
Believe it or not, but it doesn't dissolve
Doesn't absolve shit either
Just digs deeper and gives reason to heave it
Lead with steps until you're six feet beneath it
But I want the scenic features breathing in my death soot when the left foot, right foot march is discarded
Part of the textbook
Pardon the flesh cook talks I often bark with softened heart solace I've stocked on top of a solid spark
I follow darkness 'cause it's hard to sneak away from
Beneath people forsaking peace and speaking with snake tongues
Debate one
They will take guns, knives and hand restraints
Snatch your plate
Grab, detain and drown you in the sands of fate
You can't escape
Damn, too late
No more patriotism action with military state-supported blankets draped over the masses faces
Raping the course of a nation that always negates to taste the bate before it's taken
Now more wars are waging, we're headed to the end of days
It's a-ok, though, as long as we're fed and entertained
The center stage is set to take affect with break-neck speed
It's a safe bet for us to memorize the apex creed
Wait, let's breathe
Stay set free
But it's a train wreck that's set to detonate before impact and after again for good measure
Whether pleasure or necessity or both, rendering the folks poisoned and zombified
Tethered to full surrender
Fooled by the never-enders with the clever street magician swagger
Hidden, vicious badger stamina
Secret submission masters
Peaceful existence shattered, scattered as a trash heap
Battles push max reach while war drums perform blast beats
In forms of clapping heat
Disasterpieces sculpted with massive consumption
Fattening the gullets of masters of puppets seated at the pulpit on the summit
Engulfing the public
It's dumb because I love it and hate it
Plus stuck in its ways
Oh, what an arrangement
Such fun and games mixed with estrangement
The future seems vacant
I used to chase it
Soon I'll use it to escape
Making beautiful mistakes is necessary in the race for placement
Blue in the face replaced with subtle grooming of the fates
Some movement could erase the crucial state but who's to say?
Maybe gloomy days are just the result of a soothing, looming haze produced to glaze the gazes of this rabid pack of meat sacks
We ask to be untapped from it
This habitat's a mean trap
Relax or relapse or fight the cruel colors
Sing the red meat, red blood red white and blues, brother
Seeking some new cover safer from the mothership
Custom fit grip on self to skate and jump up from the grid

We stumbled into a sunken ship
Clutching utter bliss tightly in a fuddled grip
A couple mits holding tools and devices used to spy and soon to snipe us
Wipe us from the globe
The human crisis