I am throes of my denial,logic in me crumbles,i take this fateful ride Through my mind Daydream fluid thoughts washing shores of warm confusion I'm one
Learning ways to fly, just never too high to die, pushing limits into the ground Until I never come down Burning through lifetimes without form, pure
I taste the tear to numb the fear Trapped by the source of my infection I play the martyr Submerged in this pool The corporation used me Like they brainwashed
All passenger prepare the game ritual: There once was a man on this train, he was born into this world alone Hands never laid on the wheel, content, he
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left us nothing Choking on the influx of technology I realize the politics of ecstasy Freedom's never free, the politics of ecstasy are these: Freedom's never free, the politics
Every man will ask the questions, and every man will suffer blame and loss Every day you die a little, understand the change and choose your path without
I think therefore I am, I live and so I wonder, programmed this empath me And I see no religion The circle never ends,the purpose never changes face
There's no control in the world today, and there's still no order to this game we all play Maybe none of us know what's real There's no constraint when
On june fifth, in the year of eighty-nine, he was unarmed with focused mind Deflance glared down the barrel of the gun pointed from a tank in tiananmen
