Dystopia

Are you proud? You're all inside my brain
My crooked smile, tell me I'm not insane
Bleeding, seeping, twisted personality

Captivated by something I can't see
Slave to what makes me incomplete; I am the disease
Noncommunicable, culture kind of scared I'm transmittable, no

Piercing thoughts that misconstrue
Allow me to believe the words you say are true
Anxiety taking ahold of me, the fear that you're conjuring, no, yeah
Toxic, abandoned, judgement claims diseased
Alone and glued, condemned, deceased

Bleeding from an open lesion
Keeping your soul from living in cohesion
But it looks like you would rather bleed
Denying what you really need
To feed, on something real, not material, I plead
Listen to me, we were meant to succeed

Hate that fuels me; a fugitive in his cell
Sick and twisted, Victim to what you feed me, desire for pain
Because it's all you allow me to feel this day
Keep feeding me scraps of dismay

Am I alone solitary asking begging?
Tell me something that I'm dying to say
I need answers can anyone relate?
I'm waiting when you're somewhere half a world away

We're taught that wants are now are needs to give in and concede
To live for materials, it's so immaterial
We live to possess, but wait, can we possess?
The possessions possess our soul
Till we're the ones possessed by all we possess

It scares me that so many who follow look so lost
To follow a routine despite a hefty cost
What's worse is, I'm afraid you might say the same about me
That you can gaze through this mask of jubilee

But to those of you who don't fuel the whispers in my noggin'
You don't know what my mind is plotting
When I'm alone I'm sick
I'm in the corner rocking, I hear you knocking, I hear you prodding
Applauding the rotting that I'm chalking
I am not talking, I am not stopping
My eyes are sopping, my heart is throbbing
And I'm still shopping for a gift that I can't earn, there is no robbing
I'm stuck in a state of euphoria in dystopia

Open exposed
Naked, unclothed
A state of euphoria in dystopia, A state of euphoria in dystopia
Exhale, impaled
No closer than the holy grail
Derail this hell; don't let my soul go up for sail

I am the cancer in your closet that you keep trying to hide
Afraid that you might spill out all of your sickened insides
Live in denial, suicidal, the way we unawarely adore what is vile
Perhaps I'm just saying I relapsed
Writing waiting for time to elapse
You say I'm a fool and I know that
I'm too stuck in my ways to pick up my mat
I read in brail because I can't remove this veil
I'm afraid to set sail, with any possibility that I might fail
Exhale, Impaled; no closer than the holy grail
Derail this hell, don't let my soul go up for sail

We are the virus; we are the cure
We are the reason our vision is obscured
We are the problem; we are the solution
If we look above we can find the resolution

We are the virus; we are the cure
We are the reason our vision is obscured
We are the problem; we are the solution
If we look above we can find the resolution