What hope is left for the dwindling visionaries, whose dreams and visions are all smashed by logic and numbers?
When probability dictates the emic and etic reality, and the masses lap up the reason in all of its pallour

Why doesn't it work? Surely we're there... I'm wrong again!
I never looked back to see that you were all so afraid

What is the fucking problem? Why won't you all share one single thought?
Stuck like this till I die or you develop, in this nausea, the stomach and the jaws
I advocate every sloven and I suffer every fool, but it's down to you to free me, and I know you won't

Stubborn and blind to my vision, you are nothing at all without guiding hands
Addicted to your simple feelings, you see nothing at all without mind behind the eyes

Beaten and frustrated, resigned from my plight
I sink into the ocean of unimportant faces, drowning in their monotone
Forget it, it's all over now, and time ploughs its mightly way into forever, carving the same day over and over again

What does it take to make the heads turn?
What sequence of political words?
You put your faith in the gears that fatten your fears
But for all the truth, yours are deaf ears

You pray for something better, that you don't really want
And follow to the letter, the lie omniscient

Tried and failed, hope assailed
Upon this world I'm impaled

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