Bleh Yeah...Whatever...Good Luck In Rd.3 Bro...

Its like learning to walk, then talk back, Persians learning to steal
From any person at will, harbour Lemming morality determined to kill
First to the meal, sweet sustenance born upon vision sumbliminally
Instead, inner desire is the wildfire torching ego pedestals..terminally?
Its being heard in the street..by... Chaplin performers...Its torture
The forthcoming contorsion through Tycoons augmenting a fortune
...Okay, so my diatribe irony does nothing for poetic justification
If anything... call this buoyant bitterness a comical erasure...
A reinactment of enslavement propelled wandering through baron corridoors
Or like the omniscient commodore seeing even more, yonder off-course
Even beyond the remorse reflected in the glass thats looking back
Missing the crooked back, but no giving back to the image looking back
But he isn't looking back...In fact thats the freeze frame forever seen
from your broken parents dream, as your grubby nails unpicked the seams
...Okay, so we all enjoy copious ordeal revealed on faces in the crowd
Unborn pals or blind eye apparents, tormented souls or impulsive foes
The motion woes pleasure with pain, approves descension from gain
There is a little tyrant inside of us all... trying to escape!!!!!!
Piloting to guide the vanity stimuli, but inner hope is submerged
Lost soul preaching that if the joy is cloaked, how can we find the words?
Its now omega terms, what we heard was mediocre, nothingness in motion
The world stops to listen... but still nothing, I guess we were broken
Everything hidden is a puzzle, time devourers, I just don't have the ticks
Im only finding high spirits in liquor cabinets, I don't have the tocks either
I have the cider though, Im sure theres a hidden meaning in there somewhere....