I\'ve got a weary smile that never sees the light of day/
Head hot cynic sick of cyclical sorrow following no matter which way/
I get pulled into my head my head at night like an innocent man to prison/
No matter how hard I kick, punch, scream or fight it there\'s I know there\'s no winning/
Lost in my inner thoughts like a labyrinth I scramble for a reason not to sin/
To no avail my whole being is being strung thin, my soul is tried, my heart heavy please don\'t tell the kin/
Hollow vices the Crown Apple of my eye/
But death isn\'t the answer to all the questions in life/
My greatest dismay is being lost to normalcy, I\'ve been voluntary persona non grata post epiphany/
The concept is vague, the creation is lackluster, the exhibition is dispiriting/
Conscience stricken plebeians vying for acceptance of a dying disposition/
Archaic allegories recycled, pedantic peers entranced by theories of validity/
Endless coteries of mindlessly mannered civilians creating concoctions comparable only to coequal cowards hoping to win/
Entrapped in this lackadaisical lifestyle, eons of evolving enlightenment put to a halt/
Ignorantly place the blame, the universe is at fault/
Knowing the damage was dealt it carelessly crept back/
If you want peace then you better prepare for war, ready the attack/