wow. total suspended animation, but Not in a state of bliss... not this time around. it appears that the end of the world has actually already come and gone–many times over. no matter how many times tragedy strikes we seem to have not been able to remember what we should’ve come to know. Can we surrender if lost? Is one lost if stagnant? Do we have the right to choose a marked fate? Do we have the will-power to even care? I'm presuming not. So we’ll spin into a doom- oblivion cataclysmic catastrophe--earth-collisions of masked Mardi-Gras chaos once again. Now Jump! And it seems to all taste the same in the end. Truth: Music will always rise to shatter the constraints of any burrier or time-latent glass lid confines. But we will react as our reflections serve to us gaseous illusions of distorted truths, and fractured by black-tar lies we’ll drown ourselves in, as worst enemies do. We treat our brothers no differently than how we evade ourselves, yet we struggle to remember a reality we don’t want to embrace or admit to experiencing, because that would mean having to take ownership. Perhaps once a stable, although dark congregation, we seem numbed, maybe lost to lucid clouds we wait on to break--only for a glimpse of such a defiant structure: our world as we know it, tangible in our darkest dreams, anyways. Thank you to the oil god’s and the struggles we’ve met and endured in order to create something to share with our foreign aficionados, like democratic order, in exchange for respect and honor for sacrificing our own waters for the fate of the all-mighty American Dream. Was this just a deterrent? Were we ever ‘built to last’? I can’t see you, anyhow, and air suspends us freely. Hello death. and open wide
wow. total suspended animation, but Not in a state of bliss... not this time around. it appears that the end of the world has actually already come and gone–many times over. no matter how many times tragedy strikes we seem to have not been able to remember what we should’ve come to know. Can we surrender if lost? Is one lost if stagnant? Do we have the right to choose a marked fate? Do we have the will-power to even care? I'm presuming not. So we’ll spin into a doom- oblivion cataclysmic catastrophe--earth-collisions of masked Mardi-Gras chaos once again. Now Jump! And it seems to all taste the same in the end. Truth: Music will always rise to shatter the constraints of any burrier or time-latent glass lid confines. But we will react as our reflections serve to us gaseous illusions of distorted truths, and fractured by black-tar lies we’ll drown ourselves in, as worst enemies do. We treat our brothers no differently than how we evade ourselves, yet we struggle to remember a reality we don’t want to embrace or admit to experiencing, because that would mean having to take ownership. Perhaps once a stable, although dark congregation, we seem numbed, maybe lost to lucid clouds we wait on to break--only for a glimpse of such a defiant structure: our world as we know it, tangible in our darkest dreams, anyways. Thank you to the oil god’s and the struggles we’ve met and endured in order to create something to share with our foreign aficionados, like democratic order, in exchange for respect and honor for sacrificing our own waters for the fate of the all-mighty American Dream. Was this just a deterrent? Were we ever ‘built to last’? I can’t see you, anyhow, and air suspends us freely. Hello death. and open wide