A Potpourri of anarchy
A cold slap in the face
Chaos, Armageddon couldn't lively up this place
With caffeine in my bloodstream and a blank stare in my eyes,
I sit back, relax, write facts
Or are they, just simply lies?
Why are we here?
And what's it all for?
Are we pawns in the game?
If so, what's the score?
With this absence of truth and presence of lies?
How can you wonder why we can't find some answers?
You won't find the answers in the books that you've read
You're searching for answers,
but they're all in side your head
You won't find the answers in the words that they've said
A textbook designed to confine individuals thinking
Social practice revolves around what you've been drinking
The masses run like rodents to the scent of the rat trap
Seeking instant wisdom but instead their heads get snapped
The chorus of a song fading sung one too many times
The monotony of hearing that last repeating line
The quest for success sucks you in and rips you like the rhyme
Showing you the right from wrong but narrowing your head