| The end of the beginning (The beginning of the end) |
Its like trying to find the answer To a question you're not aware of. A mind, searching through chaos for the final piece Of a puzzle you haven't even started. No direction. No forward, no backward, no doors to open. It's like mental check-mate. You've lost to an opponent that doesn't exist, Except in yourself. The guidance you received from childhood Has been snatched away by this grey-matter villain. The purposes of existence are now purposeless. The morals attached to your existence have turned out to be lies. Lies spoonfed to you by those who were closest. And why is it they were lying.... out of love? No. Their only purpose was to achieve their own selfish hidden agendas - But you're only jealous... you don't even have an agenda to hide. No job, no home, no money. A victim of modern society. You feel like you're sat on the sidelines - Watching friends choosing their own personal agendas and life pathways, Even if they are just excuses for deception, And chances to justify their selfish misdoings to themselves. And how's that drugs habit of yours? At first you told us you were "Comfortably numb" But it's not like that now. You're still looking for that last piece to the puzzle, But you're fed up of searching aimlessly. It's not something comfortable any more - you're afraid. Well son - you've been stuck in that maze for too long now You've even forgotten where you got in! That's why we're killing you - Out of mercy - To help put your mind at rest.
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