Necktie
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Mister Apathy, please try to realize
This is not the life of your former self, it's for you to reside
Always organization
Always a set sequence
But no guarantee you've began to find yourself
Or even began to live
Rich pocket, poor soul, is what we're aiming for
A lifetime of shadows projected on a wall to see
Does not give you the slightest taste of truth not true reality
Fixed obligations and set paths
Are stepping blocks not concrete walls
But if I get relief and energy then I'll gladly follow along
And now the only things we'll hold onto
Will be sad excuses for memories
If only emotion could be captured in time
Arms crossed, we aim for something more
We aim eyes closed, but there is no purpose
Screams of "hold on, hold on, hold on" are muffled out
Yeah, the second hand must have been far too loud
Because these hours, they feel like minutes now
Even the blood coming from my screaming lungs
Succumbs to evaporation
But I can still breathe in
And I think this heart's beating
There must be a reason now!