Absent Minded
Matrix cells
Here i am
with the echoes of me on television and music
there ar fifty of us
ia mwalking and talking in cirlcles
with the perfect message
never to give up
to relay this meaessage that this is what is going on
and then if you ever figure out how to use your sphere of influence
to relay a message we can try to help the others succeed and carry on
but actions speak louder than words
and they are copy cats
maksking us with humor
and as we get aggrevate dthey show no empathy
and everyhrting is a two edged sword when no one understands
but here i am in the middle running in circles reaching out looking for your sphere of influence
trying to escape this spotlight
and the echoes of you
while ypou pick up all these actors
and im singing in the streets but still you have no clue why io am doing what i am doing
in this avenue of nations crying myself to sleep
being tortured by the what ifs of seven recyled dreams
but then i think what iof
there are 50 other people living in cells of realit formed of psychic bubbles
and they cannot get out no matter where they go
how do you reach out to those dead cells have themn survive and show you how to get out alive together
in time while everyone is joking about time running and and what they would be doing if it was them?
the joke im not telling of why iom soo paranoid and the mixed messages im recieved of us versus you versus me versus them
there ar about fifty of us in cells they are watching and torturing
and making money off of and then killing one by one
im trying to go last and livinv metaphoricxally in circles garnting them surprise holidays for a few more years alive
and going in circles for my spher eof influence to gfo out and be scrambled
while i try to do this and survive
so what am i sayong to you is
as i walk around walking and talking in circles
its a meta phor for everything i do]
the way idres sthe things i say
what i mean by them is a meassge of echoes
of calls to the unoiverse
of deeper thoughts im unlocking
to share me with you
and i recieve you but go back to the first level of hpw we can belong
the color coded scheme and how i might be the one throwing everybody off
I'll take the blame but it very well coul dbe you
now settle down young gods and you try for 18 days to follow simple instructions and doing
exactly what your told to wear
call it gabrielles dance see if he death doesnt laugh at first
and then get mad and want to avenge the joke he truly is as he is not an angel
burt being aske dto investigate gods death
as mankind asks him to help them through eternity to pull of the perfect crime
and satan is there rubbing his hands with abig grin like gods best friend
and in walks fate and time
so who am i?
The one murdered byt=y all these beings finally getting even
the eternity ive been waiting for and their desewrved lesson im teaching
but here we are and i say there are fifty o fu s
but there are like how many im not sure me and you and
you know them
and whose the enemy here?
are we killing them again or do they have us beat?
and time begins walking in circles
and fate starts to laugh
and while satan startys clapping \
god begins to panic
and mankind sitting there begins asking who am i?
whats happening?
and all of the sudden the run off an start cahnting....
they are copy cats
the echoe of me and the and hime and her and it and you
and they have aplan d and so doe s he and irher and it
but i know theres a way out but im not leaving with you
who brought us here?
was this your idea?
lets walk and talk in circles after we figure out our message and how to say it in metaphor
and hpope it reaches one another
because no one around or near us gets us
and no one far away doe but the angels
who are soo far away can get soo near soo soon
with the echoes of me on television and music
there ar fifty of us
ia mwalking and talking in cirlcles
with the perfect message
never to give up
to relay this meaessage that this is what is going on
and then if you ever figure out how to use your sphere of influence
to relay a message we can try to help the others succeed and carry on
but actions speak louder than words
and they are copy cats
maksking us with humor
and as we get aggrevate dthey show no empathy
and everyhrting is a two edged sword when no one understands
but here i am in the middle running in circles reaching out looking for your sphere of influence
trying to escape this spotlight
and the echoes of you
while ypou pick up all these actors
and im singing in the streets but still you have no clue why io am doing what i am doing
in this avenue of nations crying myself to sleep
being tortured by the what ifs of seven recyled dreams
but then i think what iof
there are 50 other people living in cells of realit formed of psychic bubbles
and they cannot get out no matter where they go
how do you reach out to those dead cells have themn survive and show you how to get out alive together
in time while everyone is joking about time running and and what they would be doing if it was them?
the joke im not telling of why iom soo paranoid and the mixed messages im recieved of us versus you versus me versus them
there ar about fifty of us in cells they are watching and torturing
and making money off of and then killing one by one
im trying to go last and livinv metaphoricxally in circles garnting them surprise holidays for a few more years alive
and going in circles for my spher eof influence to gfo out and be scrambled
while i try to do this and survive
so what am i sayong to you is
as i walk around walking and talking in circles
its a meta phor for everything i do]
the way idres sthe things i say
what i mean by them is a meassge of echoes
of calls to the unoiverse
of deeper thoughts im unlocking
to share me with you
and i recieve you but go back to the first level of hpw we can belong
the color coded scheme and how i might be the one throwing everybody off
I'll take the blame but it very well coul dbe you
now settle down young gods and you try for 18 days to follow simple instructions and doing
exactly what your told to wear
call it gabrielles dance see if he death doesnt laugh at first
and then get mad and want to avenge the joke he truly is as he is not an angel
burt being aske dto investigate gods death
as mankind asks him to help them through eternity to pull of the perfect crime
and satan is there rubbing his hands with abig grin like gods best friend
and in walks fate and time
so who am i?
The one murdered byt=y all these beings finally getting even
the eternity ive been waiting for and their desewrved lesson im teaching
but here we are and i say there are fifty o fu s
but there are like how many im not sure me and you and
you know them
and whose the enemy here?
are we killing them again or do they have us beat?
and time begins walking in circles
and fate starts to laugh
and while satan startys clapping \
god begins to panic
and mankind sitting there begins asking who am i?
whats happening?
and all of the sudden the run off an start cahnting....
they are copy cats
the echoe of me and the and hime and her and it and you
and they have aplan d and so doe s he and irher and it
but i know theres a way out but im not leaving with you
who brought us here?
was this your idea?
lets walk and talk in circles after we figure out our message and how to say it in metaphor
and hpope it reaches one another
because no one around or near us gets us
and no one far away doe but the angels
who are soo far away can get soo near soo soon
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