Cryogenik
11-20-05, 06:36 PM
Consumed with the evil in man/
Unable to withstand the natural laws of supply in demand/
Lies and quick sand, you can die in their hands/
And soonthereafter they'll swipe your assets and divide it with fam/
This ain't the land of sympathy, empathy, or being just/
It's about the mean, corrupt, the average joe who's really nuts/
Sociable on the external so you stay and feed him trust/
Till he expends your resources and leaves you there to eat his dust/
This cold blooded psyche conversely keeps me heated up/
I see enough, shallow agendas, assholes, and greedy sluts/
So here I am, on this island, in a room with no windows/
My heart rate steadily declining trying to keep a tempo/
But with my emotions in limbo, my consumption of news/
Is tainted by the future hope that has me jumping through hoops/
But **** IT, I got nothing to lose/
Except dignity, pride, piece of mind, and justified views/
Yet, what if I snooze? Allow the present to mutate?/
Self mutilation and dispose of the toothpaste/
For there's no smiles, just a beat up hooptie with new brakes/
Apprehensive, cuz the senseless sure convinced me to lose taste/
In that missing puzzle piece that pumps my grief and troubles me/
For, recovery is nothing brief, in fact, its some disease!/
That keeps me company and ****s with me until I come to be/
Another deceased memory....who said that love is free?
Slave to the hourglass, one grain at a time,
One day at a time, I keep waiting, still waiting..
Prisoner to the green room, I wait for the day,
Wasting away, as I keep waiting...still waiting...
Excuse me, can I ask for a moment?/
Of your time so you can focus, though the market is open?/
Have you solved the quotient?/
Time and my livelihood divided by oceans/
Cuz I was hoping the humanity created a vacuum/
Erradicating infidelity, betrayal, and bad news/
The spin zone has foreclosed, yet I'm getting motion sickness/
Paranoia has its limits, everybody knows a cynic/
Holy Christmas! I found the present is no gift/
Its a waiting room to the future, it's an empty roach clip/
Pointless, like my fingertips from biting my nails/
Because its nerve wrecking when you feel your life is in jail/
Behind bars while I clutch this pencil/
Mental road blocks that I couldn't get around with a stencil/
But still, I feel I have nothing to lose/
Except minutes, days, years, and maybe something to do/
So while the pirannahs reap the harvest of the fish in the sea/
I wait in this green room and hope that she listens to me/
The only sure thing is the lack of surety/
Worthlessly, searching for peace, taken by burglary/
Have you seen me? Cuz I lost myself in the fray../
Hope floats but the undertoe swept my away.../
Slave to the hourglass, one grain at a time,
One day at a time, I keep waiting, still waiting..
Prisoner to the green room, I wait for the day,
Wasting away, as I keep waiting...still waiting...
Unable to withstand the natural laws of supply in demand/
Lies and quick sand, you can die in their hands/
And soonthereafter they'll swipe your assets and divide it with fam/
This ain't the land of sympathy, empathy, or being just/
It's about the mean, corrupt, the average joe who's really nuts/
Sociable on the external so you stay and feed him trust/
Till he expends your resources and leaves you there to eat his dust/
This cold blooded psyche conversely keeps me heated up/
I see enough, shallow agendas, assholes, and greedy sluts/
So here I am, on this island, in a room with no windows/
My heart rate steadily declining trying to keep a tempo/
But with my emotions in limbo, my consumption of news/
Is tainted by the future hope that has me jumping through hoops/
But **** IT, I got nothing to lose/
Except dignity, pride, piece of mind, and justified views/
Yet, what if I snooze? Allow the present to mutate?/
Self mutilation and dispose of the toothpaste/
For there's no smiles, just a beat up hooptie with new brakes/
Apprehensive, cuz the senseless sure convinced me to lose taste/
In that missing puzzle piece that pumps my grief and troubles me/
For, recovery is nothing brief, in fact, its some disease!/
That keeps me company and ****s with me until I come to be/
Another deceased memory....who said that love is free?
Slave to the hourglass, one grain at a time,
One day at a time, I keep waiting, still waiting..
Prisoner to the green room, I wait for the day,
Wasting away, as I keep waiting...still waiting...
Excuse me, can I ask for a moment?/
Of your time so you can focus, though the market is open?/
Have you solved the quotient?/
Time and my livelihood divided by oceans/
Cuz I was hoping the humanity created a vacuum/
Erradicating infidelity, betrayal, and bad news/
The spin zone has foreclosed, yet I'm getting motion sickness/
Paranoia has its limits, everybody knows a cynic/
Holy Christmas! I found the present is no gift/
Its a waiting room to the future, it's an empty roach clip/
Pointless, like my fingertips from biting my nails/
Because its nerve wrecking when you feel your life is in jail/
Behind bars while I clutch this pencil/
Mental road blocks that I couldn't get around with a stencil/
But still, I feel I have nothing to lose/
Except minutes, days, years, and maybe something to do/
So while the pirannahs reap the harvest of the fish in the sea/
I wait in this green room and hope that she listens to me/
The only sure thing is the lack of surety/
Worthlessly, searching for peace, taken by burglary/
Have you seen me? Cuz I lost myself in the fray../
Hope floats but the undertoe swept my away.../
Slave to the hourglass, one grain at a time,
One day at a time, I keep waiting, still waiting..
Prisoner to the green room, I wait for the day,
Wasting away, as I keep waiting...still waiting...