Absent Minded
blame game campaign
go ahead seriously
sucker
play the victim again
be the thief of my dreams
and steal up
all om my ispiration
lik ei never saw you do it
lik ei never visited you
like i never fathomed
youd come upon me
and you would think you could do it better
so point your finger
at another crime scene
backwards logic
with timesickly ticking
condensing matter of ultimatums to drop the ball
a blame game campaign
to say i proved you all wrong
bloody leaches
all of you
the power is corrupted now
as ypou breathe in and out everything i thought and said praid and ate
crawled and begged for
cursed and shamed
isnt it beautiful
how you do it to
but you do it better
you do it mor marvelous you do it mor pretentious
and these are our recycled dreams
these are our recydcled life lessons
these are our masks we hide behind to change everything
Im not the leader of this blame game campaign
youre stealking from me
so point your backwards finger at some other thief pretending
they can steal my dreams and
fantasies and sanities and color the black and whit pages mor beautifully
now we are a cult an enlightened bunch
im not gonna take it all on
but eveyone who discpovers me has a hunch
go ahead find another leader
go ahead discover the truth
im a true believer
go ahead
rediscover the shadows and echoes of filth and dirty wings
and crutches
and healthcare and fascist change and conspirator butterflies swallowing horrible strings
blame game campaign
damaged liscences and cracker jacked ofeences
lets be friends silently consider the freshmen
hypersensitive trophies to pass on to gullible redirected energies of faults flaws perfected rhythm ansd words of wisdom
to beautify everything and im just a riddle saying sway a little sucker
move out of the way
the tag of this lime light has been passed on like a kiss from some body elses grave
an inspiration
a hesitation
a shared dream to destroy
a cult of recycled dreams to point out and shatter
life lessons to ponder and rediscover as you are nothing more than a new found broken toy
choosing to walk among the maze of my mansion and reanalyse the magical painting you can only dream to be
to relocate your puzzle in the blueprint opf the perfect mind oin your hardrive to blow awaty the computer guy with all his high tech computer knowledge
to point at this bigger crimescene
advertise
loser here
im just the mockingbird screaming bloody murder they
are all around me
i must be ion tv
i must have my own show
i must have my name in songs
first middle and last
your not my first cult of the game of life to dictate opinions and string along
to define the perfect life but you are now all part of an all star cast
to hand out perfected ugly metaphors of serail killing pedophiles who are just as worthless as the druglords selling chemiocal warfare to 13 year olds who are dieing int he streets
blame game campaign
take it on wipe me clean
point your finger in some other direction
and rtake the heat off me
do you get it
im unsafe
like a disease
and your iunfected with a psychic attack conspiritual diplomatic
protest you have to handle diplomaticly
becuase the government spies and watches and tags everything
is this good is this bad do you go on
do you know anytthing can you se
the truth of every christmas song around the corner
of the clause in red and black fat suits
of prophetic visionarie dreams
do you hear it to
the booming in the distance
the training ground for how to overthrow brainwashing schematics and online terrorism infatuated doomsayer perfected revolutionaries hydroseeding the tres of forestfires who no longer point ao me but the seeds of self defeatr and intricate riddles we cant read between because we dont have time or the mentality to catch onto every necromancer
point your finger at me once agian
ideserve this charade
i deserve the parade
i deserve the award for most paraanoid and annoying
but you can do it better
you can do terrorism far better than me
you can make miracle play far more entertaining and magical mopre surprising
and trivial as all i really wanted was to be invited to a surprise holiday to be rewarded to soiciety that we all p[redict but no one ever sees coming and i set it off and you all just agree to take of for thirteen days buy color coded presents and ritualisticly nburn candles and incense because for the first time in history we surprise ourselves with the riddle of the holidays
the dream come true
and the prophecyu of miracle play that one will lead us to the surprise holiday
but now ive given it all away
blame game campaign
lead thema all away
point a shadow finger at me
echoe whatever like footsteps ina mansion of dream
like a metaphor that will one day be
and you are the map taking turns at the steering wheel of the puzzle of logic and new experience for stolen dreams to make some other king rich
to curse those keeping you under thumb
to show them you were enlightened something more than a blacka nd white room with an angel and a demon a black and white door on opposite sides
something more than me
point an innocent finger watch the dream slide
watch the plane s be recreated as we discover something we never knew
watch the layers of ourselves uncover one another as we connect to eachother to lead and mislead inspire
rationalise
terrify terorise
and like little devils placing outr own game of illusions around us innocently we laugha tour victims who do not understnad the game who are but detectives on a crime scene
blame game campaign
create your mystery
is it you is it me
am i the mater otr the puppet the creator
or the eliar the inspiratio to hte masse sof bold statement or the overmedicated genius who solves everything but you have to find me
to cave into another riddle of this cult
isnt it something else
go back now
see it all
in another light another light another light light a candle for me
lead me to the cemetear from my home along the way of my crooked road and we all hope i wont die of starvation for i know ill hopefully stop to eat
blame game campaign
are they onto you or are they onto me
ill never give you away but the heat is on
the virus was sent
the code was cracked
the alphabbet rearraged
and ive made it into her diary
somethiong else to consider something el;st o remember something else
to shout out in the streets
as you mock me
to the jokes we are telling that you dont get until you uncover the truth right here
youre too lazy to read
blame game campaign
this is my tirade my muse of endless inspirations
the king i am
says go forth and recreate my reality areound me and ill slide into another cluster of nuns to become an esoteric dreamer of labelled reality with some purpose we dont see clearly today
are you in or out
cas your vote of red or blue tshirts and realise the silent
flame throwing war of the placement of gods name in vain
and why we do our quirky things to say illigitimate things to the spys that dont exist that we are actually training in this collective
as the balme game hushes the crowd to confuse everyone who really knows nothing
some other dream
po9int your finger innocently now sucker
fade away in the distance and force someone else to shine
lets select one to put on the pedastool
and learn what we can
suck someone else dry
and wonder
whose scabs are picked and bleeding tonight
sucker
play the victim again
be the thief of my dreams
and steal up
all om my ispiration
lik ei never saw you do it
lik ei never visited you
like i never fathomed
youd come upon me
and you would think you could do it better
so point your finger
at another crime scene
backwards logic
with timesickly ticking
condensing matter of ultimatums to drop the ball
a blame game campaign
to say i proved you all wrong
bloody leaches
all of you
the power is corrupted now
as ypou breathe in and out everything i thought and said praid and ate
crawled and begged for
cursed and shamed
isnt it beautiful
how you do it to
but you do it better
you do it mor marvelous you do it mor pretentious
and these are our recycled dreams
these are our recydcled life lessons
these are our masks we hide behind to change everything
Im not the leader of this blame game campaign
youre stealking from me
so point your backwards finger at some other thief pretending
they can steal my dreams and
fantasies and sanities and color the black and whit pages mor beautifully
now we are a cult an enlightened bunch
im not gonna take it all on
but eveyone who discpovers me has a hunch
go ahead find another leader
go ahead discover the truth
im a true believer
go ahead
rediscover the shadows and echoes of filth and dirty wings
and crutches
and healthcare and fascist change and conspirator butterflies swallowing horrible strings
blame game campaign
damaged liscences and cracker jacked ofeences
lets be friends silently consider the freshmen
hypersensitive trophies to pass on to gullible redirected energies of faults flaws perfected rhythm ansd words of wisdom
to beautify everything and im just a riddle saying sway a little sucker
move out of the way
the tag of this lime light has been passed on like a kiss from some body elses grave
an inspiration
a hesitation
a shared dream to destroy
a cult of recycled dreams to point out and shatter
life lessons to ponder and rediscover as you are nothing more than a new found broken toy
choosing to walk among the maze of my mansion and reanalyse the magical painting you can only dream to be
to relocate your puzzle in the blueprint opf the perfect mind oin your hardrive to blow awaty the computer guy with all his high tech computer knowledge
to point at this bigger crimescene
advertise
loser here
im just the mockingbird screaming bloody murder they
are all around me
i must be ion tv
i must have my own show
i must have my name in songs
first middle and last
your not my first cult of the game of life to dictate opinions and string along
to define the perfect life but you are now all part of an all star cast
to hand out perfected ugly metaphors of serail killing pedophiles who are just as worthless as the druglords selling chemiocal warfare to 13 year olds who are dieing int he streets
blame game campaign
take it on wipe me clean
point your finger in some other direction
and rtake the heat off me
do you get it
im unsafe
like a disease
and your iunfected with a psychic attack conspiritual diplomatic
protest you have to handle diplomaticly
becuase the government spies and watches and tags everything
is this good is this bad do you go on
do you know anytthing can you se
the truth of every christmas song around the corner
of the clause in red and black fat suits
of prophetic visionarie dreams
do you hear it to
the booming in the distance
the training ground for how to overthrow brainwashing schematics and online terrorism infatuated doomsayer perfected revolutionaries hydroseeding the tres of forestfires who no longer point ao me but the seeds of self defeatr and intricate riddles we cant read between because we dont have time or the mentality to catch onto every necromancer
point your finger at me once agian
ideserve this charade
i deserve the parade
i deserve the award for most paraanoid and annoying
but you can do it better
you can do terrorism far better than me
you can make miracle play far more entertaining and magical mopre surprising
and trivial as all i really wanted was to be invited to a surprise holiday to be rewarded to soiciety that we all p[redict but no one ever sees coming and i set it off and you all just agree to take of for thirteen days buy color coded presents and ritualisticly nburn candles and incense because for the first time in history we surprise ourselves with the riddle of the holidays
the dream come true
and the prophecyu of miracle play that one will lead us to the surprise holiday
but now ive given it all away
blame game campaign
lead thema all away
point a shadow finger at me
echoe whatever like footsteps ina mansion of dream
like a metaphor that will one day be
and you are the map taking turns at the steering wheel of the puzzle of logic and new experience for stolen dreams to make some other king rich
to curse those keeping you under thumb
to show them you were enlightened something more than a blacka nd white room with an angel and a demon a black and white door on opposite sides
something more than me
point an innocent finger watch the dream slide
watch the plane s be recreated as we discover something we never knew
watch the layers of ourselves uncover one another as we connect to eachother to lead and mislead inspire
rationalise
terrify terorise
and like little devils placing outr own game of illusions around us innocently we laugha tour victims who do not understnad the game who are but detectives on a crime scene
blame game campaign
create your mystery
is it you is it me
am i the mater otr the puppet the creator
or the eliar the inspiratio to hte masse sof bold statement or the overmedicated genius who solves everything but you have to find me
to cave into another riddle of this cult
isnt it something else
go back now
see it all
in another light another light another light light a candle for me
lead me to the cemetear from my home along the way of my crooked road and we all hope i wont die of starvation for i know ill hopefully stop to eat
blame game campaign
are they onto you or are they onto me
ill never give you away but the heat is on
the virus was sent
the code was cracked
the alphabbet rearraged
and ive made it into her diary
somethiong else to consider something el;st o remember something else
to shout out in the streets
as you mock me
to the jokes we are telling that you dont get until you uncover the truth right here
youre too lazy to read
blame game campaign
this is my tirade my muse of endless inspirations
the king i am
says go forth and recreate my reality areound me and ill slide into another cluster of nuns to become an esoteric dreamer of labelled reality with some purpose we dont see clearly today
are you in or out
cas your vote of red or blue tshirts and realise the silent
flame throwing war of the placement of gods name in vain
and why we do our quirky things to say illigitimate things to the spys that dont exist that we are actually training in this collective
as the balme game hushes the crowd to confuse everyone who really knows nothing
some other dream
po9int your finger innocently now sucker
fade away in the distance and force someone else to shine
lets select one to put on the pedastool
and learn what we can
suck someone else dry
and wonder
whose scabs are picked and bleeding tonight
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