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Just a normal day riding the bus,
... With a hundred pounds of the most potent C4,
A man takes a stand with a trigger in his hand,
Thirty lives vaporized all over the floor.

"Just Cause" will contradict the laws,
But the murder's been justified in the eyes of their gods,
Oil, blood, and limbs scattered amongst the debris,

Far too often man becomes clever,
Instead of him becoming wise,
Becomes inventive instead of thoughtful,
Perpetuates humanity's demise,
A brief glance at the prevailing world,
Exhibits the same symptomatic device,
Of the fatal human error present in all,
We stop at no pain and no price,

Cursed was my existence,
Branded eternal blame,
But the law cannot condemn me fools,
Cause I'm pleading insane,
Ceased their bodies to exist,
Severed the legs so they couldn't run,
I told the victim's families,
That I had fucking fun.

It would take a global epiphany to sight,
Mankind's greatest threat,
So fixated on his ways he's blind,
To the damage that will beset,
Us, the children of technology,
By automation will be replaced,
Ascending slopes of dependency,
From celluloid to cyberspace.

Blind and indignant, you won't see that your own statements are contradicting,
Your very existence, take a hint, what is perceived is subjective reality,
The path that is chose, be it yours, lay wasted away by denials and chores,
Determined to prove that confusion is vice, in an endless abyss of limitless sacrifice,
Numbers don't lie and neither do I, thus spoke the ancients in patterns and dye,
Collective unconscious much less a dream, to understand life is to attain ability,
What once was certain now is lost to the hands of the victims of the albatross,
Insight and knowledge easily skewed became the misconception that guides your view towards...

Transferred from earth into outer space,
A base on mars; the most desolate place,
Home to secret projects and nuclear waste,
Something's not right, there's this evil I taste.

In the ninth corridor I'd pass on my way,
A gateway stood that the scientists made,
An "inter-dimensional space traveling" door,

Of one purpose we fought hand in hand,
My brother in combat as war scorched the land,
abandoned me with nothing to fight all alone,
the treachery you gave me I'll never atone.

I bear no life now that the war is done,
but the war between us has only begun,
the hate built from vengeance my soul was possessed,

Pain reawakens uncertainty,
Into firestorms that burn your mental volatility,
And when the tides of change forces one to open eyes,
What do you make of truth and what do you make of lies?
So much aspiration, no room for defeat,
Out of reach from all the things that could make life complete,
Exuding this fa?ade to divert the void inside,
Weakness and strength, right and wrong undefined.

It all seems to get stranger,
The more I live on,
Under the "dead hand of the past",
Where have all my days gone?
The hardest part of letting go,
Is not having to say goodbye,
It's enduring the years thereafter,
That become a lifetime.

With my conscience frozen I begin empirically,
To disassemble truth, ethics, and reality,
Since our lives are confined to the depths of our minds;
Certainty is obsolete.
For far too long in false things I believed,
Inferences derived from delusions and dreams,
The cosmos is not bounded by what we perceive,
In convoluted mental streams.