Trying to forget the past using future discovery. But pain follows me fast, because I’m trapped in mental slavery.
People think I’m an idiot, let them think to please their appetite. I pay no attention to their words, it only pisses me off during the night.
What could be done to clear all this mess?
Should I be rude or nice? Or maybe I should toggle once or twice?
Should I teach them how to speak? Then I end up being a freak?
I know one day their souls will crumble like a myth. Because simply, they don’t know who they’re dealing with.
They can run but they can’t hide, and I may slip but I won’t slide.
I’ll travel the world side by side, they’ll burn in hell far behind.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, lets act as who we are, and do what we must.
I’ll get ready to catch the bus, you keep wandering in your fuss.
The bus will lead me to the sky, where doorways are found up high.
On the day of equality, where the guilty is guilty.
So I don’t have to worry, I guess. Maybe I just need to confess.
Maybe I just need to repent, on each penny I have spent.
On each second I have wasted, or every sin I have tasted.
So I’ll just close my eyes, gaze at the skies, and hope that I don’t end up a hater like you guys.