Perished Refuge

Comfortable with the simplicity of your life makes me agonized
Detaining all light of what was once has now become more solid
More subtle, more eagerly passive towards the end of all exsistance
in it's shameless fright of the unknown..
so paranoid.
As to what means your friends dive down deep
Let them flow, let them need to wash away eternal greed
inside a vast and unforsaken void of dreams and hate
into the shadow lies an open book of bloody pages written
solely for the purpose of our evolution
as to wait upon the altar of our slipping sanity
The eyes are closed but mouths are still wide open
Why refrain from doing anything?
You're just a seed, you're just a seed
A worthless, mindless product of the meek.

Lies protect your soul.. for now
No sanctuary lasts for long.

Content with life? It's just a dream
An option if you make ends meet.
Perhaps a dozen flowers for your precious corpse receding
in the ground you lie awake as your mind stumbles down the stares
Upon the face that bleeds eternally, you can't escape despair
While time is
Moving right against you, feel the pull of this machine
It's turning quicker than your eyes can handle
Freedom is obscene
You take on all that you can while trying not to kill yourself
from freezing in the heartless motion-sickness boredom
Swallowed by the weak

Broken jaws and grinding teeth
So unobtainable is sleep
The factories of greed control
your dying mind - Redundant Flow.

©2001 Fierce Culture