Perspective (1999)
The world is like a vat of quicksandIt's ways are like a treacherous vacuum
A mechanical consumer void of what I seek
Beautiful deception is a maze with many distorted
mirrors revealing false love in false places
Trickery snows the purest of minds
Shape shifting them into
Insatiable lovesick anxious machines
Where's the love?
True love is unconditional acceptance
Your love is a hungry beast that kills
And I will not change for you
At times I wonder why I stepped into this role in this
drama of struggles and trauma and hardships and lies
And I wonder why I see what I see and I know what I
know and still, I am tapped on the shoulder by
temptation
The ways of the world make me sick
Hatred is rampant and spreads like disease that rots
the consciousness of man
And I am not untainted because I hate hatred
and therefore I have hate
Even in the midst of those who garnish me with
attention...
To them, it's love,
to me.... it's only another masquerade
Go ahead and saturate yourself in decadence
and put others down so you can feel, 'better than.'
When will they ever realize
None of their shit goes with them when they die?
The more they get the more they want- the more they
want- the more fucked up they become....
Greedy, impatient vultures
What on earth do you have to offer me
When I want nothing of this earth?
Can you truly blame me
If you see it from my perspective?
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