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• Automatic Chance
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I am the crucifix, I am the cage
Alert and certifiably insane
You are the nameless face in the crowd
Mimicking survival as the world comes down
I am a shroud to conceal primal instinct
Tethered by a string so your frontal lobe is distinct
You are the back brain cocked and locked
Separated subtly by safety that you mock
I am the filter. You are the farce
Masquerading civilly as something that you aren’t
We are the victims. They are the cure
Processing revision to a system that is flawed
They are the idols commandeering crime
Rattling the chains if your behavior’s out of line
You cannot be rid of me try as you might
I am your conviction eating you inside

I am pretending to be real
I emulate the way I feel
And though your signal does not fade
I feel the need to rearrange
You’re a stat, you’re a quota
Just a figure on a graph
Suffocating close to darkness
Alternating heart attack

He is the blister marring your face
She is the blemish that you can’t erase
We are the people with despicable names
We cannot abide to be caught playing games

Can you solve me? I am daunting fictional formality
Indicating status to a populace in dire need
Though you conjure me from nothingness, I am alive
Necessary to control the urges of your kind
Unequivocally, I am your master without question
I will flood your cells with serotonin binding to receptors
Re-uptaking is rejected once your consciousness surrenders
I’m the wickedest addiction and they call me legal tender

Lamenting lobbyist pretends to give a shit and make amends
The council of corruption will continue to collect
Averting every scrutiny of policy and practice
It is madness to oppose, an even greater sin to track it
Pointing fingers, perfect figureheads inscrutably enmesh
In ecologies of disbelief, supported by their tyranny
Successful distraction and a dumbing down of neural action
Draining and debilitating, killing for approval ratings

Third-eye chakra going blind,
Your instinct is dull and out of line
Astral pathogenic is waiting to attack,
An epidemic aphrodisiac
In summation, I suspect
You’ve drifted off into the depths
Of lethargic, fatal sleep,
The cycle will repeat
You have opted out and now they’re counting up the score
An endless harvest of regret will be your reward

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