It's easy to lie when you know that there's going to be no fall-out.
It's simpler to lie when you know what the fall-out is going to be.
But when you stare into your own wide-open eyes, sometimes you have no choice but to deceive.
It’s easier to pretend that the eyes don’t see the truth of their existence reflected off the glass.
Recurring themes make the lies easier to pile on, as if that makes it right.
But how could something so wrong make everything seem A-OK?
How can the sin gain forgiveness?
Flicker.
Inhale.
Pretend that it’s all a dream and then smile for yourself.
If you can convince others then you can convince yourself.
If you convince yourself it’s natural to rig the forecast.
It’s all in the delivery, come out swinging with a shit eating grin pasted from ear to ear like some kind of self-loathing jackal.
If we’re all animals, then we don’t really have free will, but if we have free will, there’s no God, but if there’s no God, then we’re all animals.
So just smile through the headache and push it aside, because responsibly is left for those in charge and nobody wants to be in charge if they can just reap the benefits of complacency.
Televised brainwashing for the grey matter in the skull of the rank and file.
Defile, the assemblage of the reflective element and squint to protect your skulls. Scream, to blot out the silence of the bright white light, because it can’t save you and it doesn’t want to.
Inasmuch as there is a freedom there’s a truth and the truth is that there isn’t a freedom.
Just the looking glass and the looking glass is nothing more then what you want your perception to accept.
This part’s going to hurt because now you’re going to have to stop squinting and accept the truth of what you are.
You’ve got to take responsibility for the shit you extend to everyone else.
But the white light hurts so much, doesn’t it?
It kills and it spreads like liquid over every pore and seeps in no matter how hard you try to stop it.
There’s nothing to do except to stop fighting, but if you stop fighting then you’ve kinda missed the whole point.
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