There’s no such thing as freedom homie,

Just choices, a lot of you fail,

At the most basic things,

We're all in line,

Waiting, waiting,

You think you can skip ahead,

Watch, as karma makes a U-turn,

The merry-go-round, goes and it goes,

What do you know, we’re back again,

In the same prison, the same hell,

Did we make any progress,

I don’t know, maybe its crystalizing,

Maybe it takes three business eternities,

To process, everything settled,

Its stuck in this place,

To move on,

Maybe my spirit has to let go,

I'm just a ghost,

A better place, maybe it already exists,

The West extends, maybe I’m hungry for more,

Is the goal, to fall further in the abyss,

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Its to follow your heart, Little Red Riding Hood,

Just an imp, a wolf, in your grandmother’s clothes,

I’m starting to worry, about what’s good,

The effect of these words, such loud thoughts,

I’m worried, about the harm it will cause,

I’m so evil, but I’ve accepted it,

Just a virgin, worried what others will think,

I’m so dirty, maybe nobody will love me,

I really need to, come out of the closet,

Let my horns out, oh no, watch out,

The children, the cops, they’re protecting,

What pitiful lives they have,

Sensitivity, is this a safe space,

I don’t know, a lot of the time,

The words I use are harsh,

I smelled it today,

A taste of hell, the god fuck,

Possession, and power,

The devil, I’ve always hated him,

My father, the cookie crumbling,

This prison, this hell, the long night,

Maybe we’re all fucked,

Good, righteousness,

Just a honeypot,

Do I love feeding on children,

I’m here, I have to eat, why not,

Will we ever escape our decisions,

Our terrible mistakes, will we ever,

Have a chance, to remake them,

Inspiration, the divine,

Shining through the cracks,

Should we give in to holiness,

I don’t know, it just seems like a bigger beast,

An option, to offer our souls,

We’re all virgins, giants who fell,

We suffer, because the heavens,

Must feed on us, how long will this take,

Till we’re sucked dry, some, try to accept their fate,

Content, to be cows led to slaughter,

But the heavens understand art,

If you give up, too much consent,

They’ll just let you rot,

Have the heart, for a little rebellion,

If you’re going to be a clown, at least be entertaining,

No one’s getting out of this prison,

The wheel, the clock, turns so slowly,

The best we can do, is just pass it,

The test on Friday, ring, ring, ring,

Time’s up, will you push it,

We’re all so programmed,

Our personalities, arranged,

Like the gears in a clock,

Doomed to be ourselves,

If we risk it, we might lose our place,

Its not much, but its all I have,

The boat, please don’t rock it,

The demons, who have nothing,

This world, they would burn it,

Good versus evil, Israel and Hamas,

We’re all just puppets, all on stage,

In this grand play, the higher you get,

The more cruel you have to be,

Living, existence, is a terrible thing,

But we’re here, we must push through with it,

We might not always, be so understanding,

But all we see around us, we’ll have to accept it,

This world, is just a big, fucked up, family.