Eh Whatever..... The End Put Me Here On His Own Accord... Bastard...

Nice Verse prophitt..

Sir Conformist Defeatest, Mr. White Collar With Vain Greetings
Behind Against The Mirror Image, Fondling Pending Sage Dreamings
Breathing Exertion, Balancing Those 8 Hours Along The Little Hand
Clockwork Confusion..Temptation's Labor Oasis Grows..Ripple Expands
Till It Spans The Kismet Rippling Along With Your Sense Of Living
Your Satisfaction Shuns You, Motivation When Earning The Rent You're Giving
Too Late To Repent Decisions, The No-One Ahead Of You Retributes
Civillisation, As You Execute Time Wasting As Though It Was Intentional
Another 24 Hours In The Rat Race, Chasing Formidability To The Line
With That Crook In Your Spine, Pursuiting The Light... Until It Dies
Like Your Soul, Calloused Hands, Ragged Feet, Declare Damaged Goods
Heart On Your Sleeve, Sleeve In The Machine, Machine Of The Fiend
Tempting Rhetorics.. Coursing As To Whether Your Heart Was In It
Tarnished Spirit As If Personal Gain Was Crafted For The Fearless
Weariless Artisan Calisthenics, Perish Within Urban Traffic Times
Burning Desire Replaces Happy Smiles, Sole..! Watching The Fire Fly
This Constructed From The 3rd Perspective Of The Hell Im Monopolizing
As The Rose Lighting Shuts Out All Of Those Ecstatic Tidings
I Must Have Erratic Wiring.. Big Brother Commited Us To Fill Fate
And The Moral Of The Story Is That..... ...We All Still Wake!