The morning calls
Past the desolate noise of incomprehensible
Through living for the weekend minds
Out as bullshit facts
Exchanged for falling in line
Standing up tall to stick out
Only to remain the same height
Smart ass words known to clowns
Putting on the mask to make the paycheck
Meeting costumes in the dead of night
Never how you are only how you were
Screaming at the top of your lungs
Only to never be heard by the pretty faces
Drain the wallet to get a pity talk
Long for more
Enhancing your short term memory
Another excuse to party
Lights dancing on your heart
Paying your mind off
With concussions of mindlessness
It was never enough to be sane
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