Forced Vision
I was pushed into a corner
Right when i was born
Forced into beliefs i dont agree with
Trying to see things that may not even exist
As a child it all seems fair
Defy them, you wouldn’t even dare
Removing my hair was the last on my list
But even the deacon was so intrusive to easily insist it
Afraid to expose my plot to resist HIM
My chance of escape truly seemed slim
I was confused with what was the point
Is it amusing to feel so useless
Or am i the only real one in this joint
Thinking the highs were dependable
Could it be all just man made fables
They made me feel fucking disabled
Judging my thoughts as they fell right off the table
Instead of letting them set sail and be sweet like maple
Deny deny deny
All that was left was to cry
Not a soul on my side
No good thoughts to ever take pride in
Those fuckers were all just HIS lions
My loved ones denied
To even consider my mind
Sent packing for honesty
All i did was hide
Take all my things with me
My destiny had just arrived
No.
You wont tighten your hold
All of these thoughts probably sound so damn bold
But they’re not
They’re real
Its not just the way that i feel
I just want to know who started turning the wheels
Who first made the deal
To steal from every mind in life’s field
This fight to find intuition
Is it a belief or a mental condition
Extinction of our own decisions
Lost in this world we somehow live in
Slowly I’ll discover my disposition
Learning that life may be a company’s proposition
Feeling like a mouse in a hawk’s eye
I declined trying to confide in the sky
There is a whole world behind my eyes
No ones ever tried to experience this mind i reside in
In my defense it was a low lit trance
Waiting until night, then i repeat my dance
Wake up in the morning feeling like a zombie
My heartbeat was cold, never filled with warm dreams
Never with choices that would benefit me
All that is left is to turn to the sea
Maybe i wont die when the whale tries to feast
But it would still spit me back out in the east
Is it me
Or maybe HIM
They make it seem as if there is no point to being
Unless there’s only one image you’re seeing
If you were to ask me,
It is clear that you should just be
Live as you are, continue merrily
There’s no way of knowing
So why not accept it
And not make deniers look dumb or dyslexic
There’s a new religion
And it has yet to be written
And a new throne
For no one to sit in
