Psudo Prophecy

Poetry in motion and it goes too fast I cannot keep up A pretty way with words and it has no direction Where does it come from? I've been spending all of my life to chase this undefined high Of trying to keep a leveled head But I'm a sensitive brute Too scared for my own good Ready to throw hands if life comes in swinging Freely freaking out feeling good melting down Freely freaking out feeling good melting down Freely freaking out feeling good melting down Freely freaking out feeling good melting down Melting down Melting down Strange anxiety about society now Will we be okay? Suspicion's all I see Always dancing in the street Worries every day Petty prophets wanna lock us in a cell A turmoil of indecisive minds Loud mouthed preachers are figures Diluting our peace Perversion plaguing our time Freely freaking out feeling good melting down Freely freaking out feeling good melting down Freely freaking out feeling good melting down Freely freaking out feeling good melting down Melting down Melting down I don't want to be the king of artificial fantasy But everywhere I go it's the only thing I see I don't want to believe that all we're told is a lie But then again, what the fuck is this reality Casted spirits without consent Left thinking that truth is something metaphorically cryptic The truth is that we just breathe So push away whatever's fucked We should try to be happy Why's it hard to be happy? Why's it hard to be happy? Why's it hard to be happy? Why's it hard to be happy?