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Knowledge

If knowledge is truth then what’s the use to seek the proof

When all you do is equal to blatant statements that you choose?

Pursue the usual muse, attitude is soon moved to,

A new form of lose mood, all these feelings start to confuse.

If you’d meditate would it take away the hate?

The pain that made you wake, made staked claims fade?

Ache through the days, at length your spirit drained.

Your face, laced, with a sickness the world can taste.

Some say the truth is written in the thoughts that your sitting in,

But I believe we’re giving in, to the pressures of our innocence.

Youth made us limited, taught to be a citizen

Of upstanding moral ground, fuck your mortal sounds.

It’s not right, it’s not right, that’s what I thought almost every night.

Twist and turn through the sheets, can’t sleep can’t eat.

Weak, my needs bleed, eek through these lonely streets.

Give thanks to the only soul that ever helped set me free.


Now I don’t know if the world will ever grow.

The knowledge of self worldwide undersold.

Far from the truth, crippled minds unfold.

So we’re on our own and it seems we’re doing what were told

Now I don’t know if the world will ever show,

Us, that we are capable of so much more,

So much love, so much truth it speaks through the mold.

Souls mesh, short breaths, talk less and let these lives unfold


Oh, I, just want to see your spirit fly

Testify the truth, soon move toward the moon.

Consume the doom, chose to live through new school

Of thought. From the start systems fall into the far art.

Knowledge is knowledge, so what the fucks the problem?

An ominous metropolis, prudes can’t stomach the topless.

Stop this, process, of repression through our bodies.

Honest, nauseous. We’re all stardust regardless.

The hardest part is when you start to see the target marked by the stark

market, ardent, far from pardon, a blank parcel.

Give me a morsel, souls moving Sinistrorsal.

Forced through a portal, mind and self stored for

The length of the days that I may brave, aid my weary brain.

Stains from the same former blame, change ways, make haste.

Stay away, the spirits that drain. Suffocate my airways.

Choked out and broke out, live this life balls out.


Now I don’t know if the world will ever grow.

The knowledge of self worldwide undersold.

Far from the truth, crippled minds unfold.

So we’re on our own and it seems we’re doing what were told

Now I don’t know if the world will ever show,

Us, that we are capable of so much more,

So much love, so much truth it speaks through the mold

Souls mesh, short breaths, talk less and let these lives unfold


We could feast it could easily be reached. Stimulate energy.

We could see, believe it, even in the darkest hour we devour.

The flesh, I guess it’s as simple as a blessing,

The best thing remove the nesting, kept from transcending.

It’s menacing, the pedaling back and forth to no destin,

-ation, I’m taking back my life, facing changes.

An age of making elation, anxiously seeking patience.

Of this life not wasting time or feelings basic.

Taste this, the plainness of the world not satiated.

Alienated, dedicated to a patriarchal heinous stasis.

Predicated, not vindicated remain victim to our brazen

Stations. Ain’t it making sense that we’re shackled to our brains?

Love for each other, shuttered, pushed in the gutter.

Mutter your thoughts, another lost love, aren’t we all apart

Of the same heart? Cosmic charge, fumbling in the dark.

Now we are so far from oneness how do we make it to the mark?


Now I don’t know if the world will ever grow.

The knowledge of self worldwide undersold.

Far from the truth, crippled minds unfold.

So we’re on our own and it seems we’re doing what were told

Now I don’t know if the world will ever show,

Us, that we are capable of so much more,

So much love, so much truth it speaks through the mold

Souls mesh, short breaths, talk less and let these lives unfold.

At This Moment

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