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letra de a void that i can depart to - bubblemath

i’ve been hating this grating commercial world, fingers curled. on my toes, wise to those who stole my soul: human population as a whole

i’ve been casting the blame of my despair with unbridled aim, spiting anyone, anywhere. becoming consumed till i’m entombed. we’re all doomed as we descend. we’re sold out to the marketplace where all we do is spend a lifetime hunted down by everything we chase. so i hide from the whole facade, afraid that i’m a fraud. but as i look away, i justify the cost. now there’s no knowing where i am. i’m lost in the exhaust. my whole life is a traffic jam

here in a world with a plan beginning benignly, fear started taking control, and it’s taken more than its toll. now i’ve done all i can, and i can finally see, while i rot, that i’m caught. this is not where i ought to be. so i’m seeking a void that i can depart to. free from the daily decay, hidden far away from the fray. just a place undestroyed where i can start to feel life anew, able to heal

we need to run from a culture come undone. we’re only fools when we fall for all their rules. we’re the dupes jumping hoops, we are tools. when committing to a society, we’re committing suisociety

when i leave, i arrive. i’m alone. i’m alive. i’m alive

now i’m in a place where my new life can take the lead. a wild and open sp-ce where i own every single thing i’ll ever need. ‘cause i’ll be living off the land. i build it all by hand, till night comes and i see a trillion stars appear. i watch as my myopia dissolves, and all is clear. i found my own utopia

so it’s just me, my access, and my axe. i live free, but just as i relax i see signs of influx and approach. my front lines exposed as they encroach. first a couple hikers come. then the mountain bikers come. seeking recreation here. taking their vacation here. runnin’ up and grabbin’ land. suddenly it’s cabin-land

slapdash neighborhoods rise up from the woods. campsites on the verge, second-homes emerge. now, on top of it all, urban sprawl spreads its glow. no, no, no, no!

soon a new population of that old disease is finding me, and i don’t know how. so i seek medication from the wind and trees, unwinding me. help me now

rebound me with your healing. your gentle rustle unwound me, now i’m reeling. relentless bustle has found me. people pealing, they try to muscle around me. speeding, stealing, a constant hustle

my speech will be unceasing, and each beginner i teach will cease the fleecing that wears them thinner. and each will be releasing me as the winner. my reach will keep increasing within the inner fold. i’m gonna be breaking their hold

i’ll face their reign until the war is won. i’ll campaign. and this time when i run, i won’t miss my stride. and, this time, i won’t hide

- bubblemath

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