Eyes are weary
Red eye, black eye
The change before me
One guy, two guy
The empty streets are filled with anger
Tested silence forewarns danger
Yet, footsteps beat the bass line rhythm
Internal rage consumed within them
Compensatory roses are a treat
That we should give for all we meet
Though, we're not to blame for all the woes
Still impossible to fight the endless foes
Fluid dreams are made to prosper
For those who avoid the prim and proper
A balanced reach to play the game
Don't have to follow the masses to be the same
Budding conception as a result of creation
The one and only way for me to reach the nation
Knee-high anger lives the vivid drive
At least it's a feeling, if even a cry
Fluid dreams are made to prosper
For those who avoid the prim and proper
A balanced reach to play the game
Don't have to follow the masses to be the same
My eyes are weary, my vision is blurred
The life that I live are through the thing that I've heard
I'm dying for my words to be heard across the nation
The Pixilation Station is the cause of my frustration
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