Nyert.

I’m an actor with true feelings
True intentions muted by practicalities
There are limitations set by predetermined masterminds
And I am left to pay the debts
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Has anyone tried to dance in their bed before?
Sitting down, I mean.
It’s just a lot of butt wiggling.
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Sometimes I think I’m really good at reading people.
And sometimes I think it might just be that I’m able to recognize bits of my own habits and actions in other people, and I know what behaviors those things typically lead to.
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I’m Tired Of Your Complaints

There’s this master record on loop
And it’s got the sounds I hear every day

I don’t have enough
I want more
I’m useless
I’m addicted
There’s garbage in the streets

Everything comes in sonic variations that pass through seeded telescopes into our ears.
Invisible Projectiles.

Pay attention. This is your scheduled program speaking.

Make your move, already. It’s coming soon.
Don’t you hear me?
Can’t you hear it?

Bulldozers are being sent by the dead we were too afraid to care for
Decrepit already, look at your flesh
You’ve been dead for years.
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I’m getting tired of people complaining about how shitty their lives are.

I’m getting tired of seeing the people I love being consumed by monotony.
It’s like there’s an addiction to it simply because they know what to expect.
They’re all zombies.

They work all week for shit they don’t even need.
They sleep their weekends away.
And grow older all the while.

I’ve got to get out of here.
I’ve got to get out of here.
I don’t want to end up like them.

The thought of being stuck.
It’s like the worst nightmare ever.

Other than that-
I’m really quite pleased with my life. xD