Black Ballad
The time is always wrong and consciousness is a deformed perception of reality we combine with artificial thought.
Prove you're here prove you're there. Truth is everywhere in secret and fabrication is the child of mind raised under surveillance of the third eye.
Capture the same kidnapped brain punctured and branded by darkness where shadows of sanity are abducted in a recent survey taken for centuries we've ventured through and found nothing except our own delusions.
Man made engineers engineering man kind and steering our futures into catastrophe starting as one until its ruled and barred in a society who lack the acceptance of its population.
The proof stays digging it self out from under cover and stolen and hidden within us and we don't know its instigation.
Don't ask questions if you don't want to hear the answers. We dance with satyrs and ghouls and demons in a place we call home feeling safe with alarms on our cars and homes and where's the dogs we love so much and lost while shopping.
We crave and rip us apart creating this world they charge us to live inside talking about space travel only large corporations can pay for while we ran out of goods and supplies while hating us with new dreams through insomnia.
Carbon footprints attacking us and terrorists escaping to the desert and we scream vengeance knowing its gods so we betrayed him and call it valued. Empathy turns to violence and we let it. Compassion becomes rape and we condone it. Soul is now hollow and absent and perhaps it wasn't ever there and is just a name.
Words are conjoined sounds we make and understand untill tomorrows new sound has wheeled up like a vehicle of communication between language barriers bare of content. We're here now for removal without avoidance. Emotion is lost, hope is neglected, depressions our life's, debt is our existence and death is our friend
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