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letra de idea - emay

[verse 1: emay]
who’s objective?
for every path to choose
there’s two neglected
for every absent [?]
there’s new dimensions
soon to lose ascension
for every attitude
there’s too defensive
and too defensive
bet to prove effective
sent to move consensus
through the senses
set to rule the pensive
centrifuge the bless
from all the restless
resting on the fences
we pick a side
professing our perfections
a mission to die
protecting our conceptions
illicitly vomit out our discretion
i’m sick of deciding [?] our depression
the orthodox is awful
more than often lost
absorbed in plots to rectify deception
i’ve h–rded thoughts and watched
-ssorted flocks of people’s heads
storyboxes locked and stocked
according to recorded doctrine
docked in knots
born into a morbid block
you’re taught to block
but what do i believe and choose to follow?
for now the answer’s not to lose tomorrow

[verse 2: emay]
for now the answer’s not to lose
apparently to win, this is impossible
the battle of ideas is an obstacle
nothing to guide us
nothing to find it
constant truth
but something inside is
suffering silent
watching you
trying to figure it out
and know what it constitutes
my consciousness
my only friend and constable
but i’m a prisoner
onto envision the hostage loose
the lonely inquisitor
probing and quizzing, i’m onto you
onto who?
onto those
with lots of dough
and lots to lose
onto those
that lost a soul
but got the shoes
those that hold
the globe in whole
but not the fruit
i’ve got to choose
they say to look within
for proper view
but dog, i’m not a stooge
no amount of knowing self
can stop a nuke
or stop abuse
my world has never been
what i’ve imagined
i never asked for this
i wanna see the world for what it is
and never have a m-ssive -ss to kiss
retired as a battered pacifist
to banish ignorance and channel advocates
my arrow has a target, still it’s vague
will i be heroic or a villain slayed?
still in cage
and disengaged
still enslaved
or maybe i could change
at different age
an aim that isn’t pain
a lane that’s fit to tame
the strange addictive stage
but where’s the comp-ss
to encomp-ss
my reluctance?
cause i’m destructive
i’m the sum of everything i’ve been through
surroundings of the source of that within you

- emay

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