Pick a side, there are only two,
it's a battle, and both cannot be true.
They will cut, paste, and rearrange.
It's a matter of mind, will, and glue.
The pieces are put in place,
held together by ideology.
And no reason will ever change
how the rodent runs
in its wheel, getting nowhere.
(Black and white)
This is the war of the worlds in an opinionated, turbid, monochrome universe.
Tirades of purblind conviction are blocks in the turbines of progress here on earth.
Life in the name of solutions determined long before the problems arise
signifies the intellect's demise.
Empty shells in an empty s***e,
soaring freely without a logical trace.
They will misquote and will distort
and engage in a self-serving charade.
No answer was ever found
in the trench of a barricaded mind.
Words can be such a mighty sword
when they're dropped like bombs,
reduced to sound, impact, and loss.
(Black and white)
This is the war of the worlds in an opinionated, turbid, monochrome universe.
Tirades of purblind conviction are blocks in the turbines of progress here on earth.
Life in the name of solutions determined long before the problems arise
signifies the intellect's demise.
Honey and milk flow somewhere in between
the dead, rocky edges, the lands of the extreme.
Discourse requires receptivity,
which will always be a scarce commodity
on islands of ideology!
I am a stranger to this two-dimensional universe.
Acts in the name of a truth that was lost out of sight are destructive and perverse.
Brains on autopilot can never further a noble cause.
Time to finally take the blinders off.
it's a battle, and both cannot be true.
They will cut, paste, and rearrange.
It's a matter of mind, will, and glue.
The pieces are put in place,
held together by ideology.
And no reason will ever change
how the rodent runs
in its wheel, getting nowhere.
(Black and white)
This is the war of the worlds in an opinionated, turbid, monochrome universe.
Tirades of purblind conviction are blocks in the turbines of progress here on earth.
Life in the name of solutions determined long before the problems arise
signifies the intellect's demise.
Empty shells in an empty s***e,
soaring freely without a logical trace.
They will misquote and will distort
and engage in a self-serving charade.
No answer was ever found
in the trench of a barricaded mind.
Words can be such a mighty sword
when they're dropped like bombs,
reduced to sound, impact, and loss.
(Black and white)
This is the war of the worlds in an opinionated, turbid, monochrome universe.
Tirades of purblind conviction are blocks in the turbines of progress here on earth.
Life in the name of solutions determined long before the problems arise
signifies the intellect's demise.
Honey and milk flow somewhere in between
the dead, rocky edges, the lands of the extreme.
Discourse requires receptivity,
which will always be a scarce commodity
on islands of ideology!
I am a stranger to this two-dimensional universe.
Acts in the name of a truth that was lost out of sight are destructive and perverse.
Brains on autopilot can never further a noble cause.
Time to finally take the blinders off.