I feel it slipping
I'm gripping
Still dipping
Falling from nothing
Need something
Start breaking
Too much to shoulder
Grows older
Much colder
Find subjugation
Negation
I'll break the rules!
Hollow tears and homebred fears
Will cloud the skies and your surmise
Caught in trends—syntactic bends
Anesthetize with open eyes
Break the mold, upend the fold
And opiate your sordid fate
Strike the source—meet cause with force!
Alleviate a toxic hate
Rules are decaying
They're fraying
Start praying
I'm losing focus
My locus
Provoke us
Bleeding my heart dry
A sad sigh
A dead cry
No more semantics
Or antics
Against the grain!
Look around at the world and see
The grim material life
Keep your head hanging low and you'll
Evade the cut of the knife
Destitute and corrupt is still
The quiet state of affairs
Sins we'll not suffer quietly
With blank expressionless stares
Innocence is subservience
Subsist for all you exist
Jaded by the inequities
All which we now must resist
Through the pain and against the grain
Oppose that which you ignore
Burn the lies and erase the guise
No cause could ask you for more