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Become

Become what you’re meant to be

Walking on pins and needles

Discard this apathy

Reborn

What you strive to be

But first must rid yourself of spiritual atrophy

You’re slipping

Back into a realm of little hope

Your misery

Powers the flame they stoke

Consciousness

Bound by the structure of time

Material

A truth you could never find

It turns out you were simply looking in the wrong places

Asking the wrong questions

Trusting the wrong faces

Synapse misfiring

Contorts reality

Structure absorbs your integrity

This structure, no longer valid anymore

This torture, only here so that some fiend can settle his score

Undeserving, displace the bets with no regrets

While preserving freedom in your heart

Synapse misfiring

Contorts reality

Structure absorbs your integrity

Take a look at the world around you

And tell me

What really surrounds you, compounds you

And takes it’s toll

Synapse misfiring

Contorts reality

Structure absorbs your integrity