No way forward or back,. In stalemate, we stagnate,. Life cycle is an automation,. Instinctively, we race to get ahead?. . And now our virgin minds are raped,.
No way forward or back, in stalemate, we stagnate,. life cycle is an automation, instinctively, we race to get ahead?. And now our virgin minds are raped..
Load the burden across my shoulders.. Pour the effluent on thick.. . Placate, sedate, eradicate.. Wage a war on my prone feelings.. Anaesthetised and numb..
I abstain!. . Summon my pride? What pride lies behind blinkered eyes?. Your vigilance is shit!. "The lads together" - you'll fall!. Smug complacency, notions of reserving the right to think with your fists..
Artificial for these strictly conscious times.. Organic prothesis with a view to paying in kind.. . To ease (the) guilt of scores of undignified ends..
Saturating, pre-assuming icon of the youth,. Ways and means to call the shots,. Fingers in the pies which resign us from vacant urges,. Facing the bombardment - no escape!.