What will kill us?
Collected Feebled Minds
Pacified by others tries
Is the end in sight?

These Masses, bled from objection
Begging for stagnation
Falsify our creations,
Bounded to annihilation

Yet I won't pray for rest
Not to the sound of death,
How can you flee from thought,
To flee I can not

But here are these feelings
Complacency
Trust in a stagnant prose
God only knows
Dogmatic to the end
Can it be hardwired in?
Our words, but solemn constructs

Yet I will always fight. Fight, Fight
You lie, you lie, Who are you to say what's right?
Repackaged, Reswallowed
Empty lives, just hollowed

Why would one sacrifice all that is of beauty,
To populate a single way
All on whims, no standard or progression
Must be illusions from vacant minds

We need to feel where we are
And I know, our minds, can see between the lines
It is all around us
Life and this pursuit to happiness
Never settle for failure
And I will never give up on you

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