Down down the rabbit hole, for more adventures in monotony.
Paired with clones, to set us apart.
A uniform does not create uniformity
The chairs are the real soldiers.
Days become years, lives become moments.
Repeating mistakes to see what one can get away with,
Repeating mistakes to see if they are really mistakes.
The line between stubbornness and determination is gone.
The line between arrogance and confidence can no longer be found.
There is no black and white, grey is all relative.
Numbers are a language we all understand, but no one speaks.
Being broken down so much, repairs get more expensive.
Idle minds are the real terrorist, armies a close 2nd.
Open minds are opiates, happiness is a placebo.
Two words make it all worthwhile; they’re never spoken.
Time is the only coping mechanism for self-loathing.
Its not for all, but its all for naught.