Leviathan pt2: the escapist

[P3nT4gR4m]

My delusional self inflicted wounds
bleed a stream of desperation to an ocean full of tombs
Opened up beneath the water spilling sickness and disease
into a hole that swallows everything and all hopes in between

I may act like I'm a martyr but I aint all that
I'm just a scared little kid wearing grown up hats
Trying to find a little freedom slip the noose and break the chain
shine a light against the darkness that is sucking on my brain

The machine roars like a sickly thunder
rolls across the world
In the end will swallow everything leaving emtyness and cold
and a hollow gnawing feeling that it could have been so different to this

There are places where the thunder hasn't reached yet
and I do my best to find them
Where the roots of the cities haven't pissed out their pollution
where the clocks don't tick and they won't sell you absolution by the dime bag

Cos I feel so much better when I can't smell cars
Where the ground beneath my feet aint a slick of cold tar
and the sunlight screams
like it's delighted it can touch my skin again

Eventually they'll run a fucking freeway through these places
tunnel through the mountains and fill in all the spaces
with cookie cutter picket fenced domestic blissful faces
vacant eyes that never look beyond the rats and races

So I cling to my oasis as the land around me falls
into grey and smokey nightmares that have everyone by the balls
I laugh because I'm one of the few that didn't heed it's call
and I found my sanctuary out beyond the city walls

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

I liked that, p3nt, fankoo.