Driving a wedge,
pushing me over the edge.
Dry in the mind,
unsatisfied
that you’re so blind inside.
Don’t have the answers
and the questions
are illiterate at best.
Disregard impressions,
be who I am
be who you are;
I don’t give a fuck if you’re impressed.
I don’t stress,
so useless – point lost in excess.
I don’t identify – Alienate
with an open mind – never in hate
-but remorse-
Failing basic communication
I still attempt contact,
through whatever means,
however obscene.
Inbred ideas foster apathetic dipshits
who are attempting homicide
and think that it somehow is OK.
Murderers, addicts, fanatics,
reflecting the precedent
set by main influence;
government, church and TV.
When corruption corrodes
all roads
lead down quickly.
No new news
to me or you;
it’s all in the money.
Don’t subscribe to the greed game.
All its products are the same.
They’ve effectively given you no choice,
your way of life birthed my their voice.
Buy with poison – pay with death.
Keep you distracted,
except when things get real bad,
then they just lie – and you believe them.
But everybody wants to be lied to
and with the way things are
I can’t really blame them.
Stand apart from it all,
allegiances few, if any.
Tempted towards misanthropy,
but it’d be like hating myself
and I’d rather hate you.
HG – 2000-2005
