Going Nowhere

This is an exultation Every ghost in the past [?] to the present [?] back into my element But unable to [?] on development Wipe clean these lenses I try to break free from these senses Try to sort advice from the objective Try to separate the liars from the consequences There is no [?] time for me to take a breather No baseline to obtain a cause No [?] flow inside this ether No honest knowledge, no true believers Just feudal serfs and land [?] [?] in a conversation going nowhere eventually Yeah thanks for the pretension [?] made my honesty cut to the bone An anomaly toppled the throne So an algorithm can get rid of these schisms I’ll probably leave while I’m talking ’til I’m on my own ‘cause I can’t be dismissive when I’m dealing with a vision My mind’s eye’s a colosseum Where only the memes that are worthy are given credence [?] to roam or watch what I think ‘cause a moral pretension is a dangerous thing It can make you weak of character Or worse it could make us kill And then justify it as valuable Or pretend that somehow it’s not about [?] Collateral damages are a tragedy Call it what you want, a death is a death Not a statistic on your desk Not a situation to be risk-assessed Your logic is taken, your heartstrings hostage And used it to take control of every appendage Left in Depends, producing waste Desperate for ascension to an infinite plane But pain stays patient And the sensations of satisfaction that you have are transitory And when they pass away on the waves The darkness will have your energy It’s temporary, it’s all too fleeting You cannot solidify anything [?] Your memories will never cease receding Leaving you to wonder if you’re the puppeteer or the puppet Fuck it, ‘cause there’s no time, just motion A notion of moments with movements and actions A never-ending now is an ever-present truth Regardless of the context [?] think I have a clue Try to close the door to my youth But I don’t wanna leave my hope in [?] So I pour forth with anger on every track And then attempt to leave the misery in the past There is no [?] time for me to take a breather No baseline to obtain a cause No [?] flow inside this ether No honest knowledge, no true believers Just me, a bit lost in the clock’s tick I guess I bit off more than I can spit Man, what’s the plot? Have I lost it? Matter of fact, did I have one to begin with? This whole place is hilarious, absurd Wasteful, becoming a blur, amazing What a wonderful world, abrasive Got me fuck with these cunts, are you there? Yeah, what do you want? A fortunate son, from the world we were one I’d like to discuss your lumbering dumb luck I’m left dumbstruck by your sickening love Always looking out for number one Lay down, face down This is that feeling that never passes The limbo of the early morning Nauseous crawling [?] That [?] underlying symptom The thin layer of dust that covers everything you own Thought that won’t leave you alone Ubiquitous in your circumstances The elixir that summons your hidden fascist This insanity that you mistake for arrogance The mistrust that seeps through your heart, leaving you cancerous