break down all their values.
create for yrself.

can you overcome? can you break the tie that has you bound? habituation anchors yr thoughts right to the ground. old ways of thinking - they decay as i watch time progress, but you refuse to lay what;s dead to rest.

shackled to the past, yr mind denies that conventions never last. reflection fails & is kept on a leash, so restrained it doesn;t even have the room to breathe. it suffocates.

the power is yrs.

projection of yr addiction to another; the mind is a powerful tool. consume a symbol you;ve now become addicted to. just one of the pack with a pat on the back, marked fist finger in the air. but tell me, would you? tell me, could you? if yr friends weren;t there?

break down what;s devalued. transference of one addiction to another, you haven;t solved a thing. all you;ve done is change the game you;ve been playing. different equipment, the rules are the same - the goal remains unscathed. just looking for acceptance & the power that it brings.

poison free, now living life so pure.
tell me, have all yr addictions been cured?
when you mark yr fist, what;s going through yr mind?
is this yr new fix?
ensnared again, confined.

music: nine days; back to me
mood: delusional