Abandoned Existence

The face of daunting oppression Proves problematic for thought procession If we fail to fill the void of objectivity We'll fall back as we plunge into stupidity Truth is a culmination of multiple conglomerated subjectives So tell me how you adhere to one perspective You may say my livid gaze has made me blind But it's helped me find answers where I wouldn't have seen otherwise The moniker of man, defined by its paradoxical existence Allowed ourselves free thought, being trapped in our own resistance Each extreme says the grass is greener on their side But I'm in the middle and all I see are weeds leeching off our strife Trying to control human behavior Is paralleled to man controlling nature Attempting to naturalize any succession Evolution can't be faltered by repression Like any of nature's creations We are not born without imperfections Trying to exist in a void so monotonous We become lifeless, emotionless, nameless Anonymous I'll do my time behind the faded line And run the risk of falling through But I won't wait for your corrupted faith to Drag me down with you With you With you With you With you With you With you I'll do my time behind the faded line And run the risk of falling through But I won't wait for your corrupted faith to Drag me down with you With you We are an abandoned existence What defines us now? With nothing left to amount to Everything is going to turn on you! Turn on you