I Have Seen the Real You, by Loneliness is condescending
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Faced carved from this alabaster stone
Eyes depthless and unseeing
Dazzling the masses with store bought beauty
Fading behind its own glory
Trading in my soul
Hoping to know where you'll lead me
Lost in this playhouse world of our new reality
The masses are my throne
Made up of the clones of individuality
Knowing they think only folly
And this is the reason robots never cry
And if they did tears would fall
Uncared for and unclaimed upon thy ice heart
Never hitting ground
Now the walls are crumbling
My hand drifts through the emptiness
Darkness encroaching on my fear
Hating what I once thought would save me
Your lies can no longer suffice my desire
I see through what was seemingly solid
Forgotten merely for a seconded
Will I search again?
To far gone for it to matter
Judging by the empathetic winces
Of your jolly good old self
Your smile it echoes in my head
Cursed expression of false hood
Never leaving, never quieting
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Posted: 2006-03-12 23:32:44 UTC |
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