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Victims
by David Boring
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At the first instance it felt good. I convinced myself I was brave. For a while I wanted to be a part of a bigger picture. It was a picture of immense greatness. It gave me inexplicable joy. Granting me a sense of purpose. (illusions)
For a while I was driven. Everything I did convinced me I was a normal, functioning part of the society. Surviving on reciting values that upon reflection, were obviously illusionary. (illusions)
What started as a grand resistance has worn away
and left us with a lake of blood
Devoured by the voice of anger
Devoured by a toxic peer
Devoured by a nameless creature
Devoured
Devoured
by fear
It was theatre. The grand gesture, the moment of choice, the mortal danger, the external foe, the climactic battle whose outcome resolves all, to appear heroic, to excite and gratify. To be applauded and admired. To be loved and cared for.
As much as it was good entertainment
You will soon be eaten away by the your choice of drug
To die for the grand resistance
To die for a great idea
Shackle your faith to a gambler
Too blind too blind see clear
Degraded it was, you degraded it more
Spiralling downward do you know what its for
To fight your enemy you needed more men
To fight your enemy you take what you can
To form an army, you formulate lies
To drive the army, you fake your own cries
To feed the army, you kill your own friends
Now with this army you burn all your ends
Look in the mirror, all you see is your pain
Look in the mirror, you're covered in shame
Look in the mirror, your illusion is strong
You break the mirror, new evil is born
Explain to me how the fuck we got here?
Do you understand?
Here is the truth--
actual heroism receives no ovation, entertains no one.
No one is interested.
And soon you become no more than yet another victim
I started to understand what happened to me was dark, evil, and shameful, and by association I too was dark, evil, and shameful. While it may not have been my intention, this was the message my clouded mind received. To escape the confines of these chains, I disassociated myself from my emotions and numbed myself to the pain ravaging my mind and body.
Join now for your own salvation!
Pretend we are fighting absolute evil
Pretend it's a grand creature we battled
Any victory we become immediate legends
If we die we all become war heroes
At the first instance it felt good. I convinced myself I was brave. For a while I wanted to be a part of a bigger picture. It was a picture of immense greatness. It gave me inexplicable joy. Granting me a sense of purpose. (illusions)
For a while I was driven. Everything I did convinced me I was a normal, functioning part of the society. Surviving on reciting values that upon reflection, were obviously illusionary. (illusions)
What started as a grand resistance has worn away
and left us with a lake of blood
Devoured by the voice of anger
Devoured by a toxic peer
Devoured by a nameless creature
Devoured
Devoured
by fear
It was theatre. The grand gesture, the moment of choice, the mortal danger, the external foe, the climactic battle whose outcome resolves all, to appear heroic, to excite and gratify. To be applauded and admired. To be loved and cared for.
As much as it was good entertainment
You will soon be eaten away by the your choice of drug
To die for the grand resistance
To die for a great idea
Shackle your faith to a gambler
Too blind too blind see clear
Degraded it was, you degraded it more
Spiralling downward do you know what its for
To fight your enemy you needed more men
To fight your enemy you take what you can
To form an army, you formulate lies
To drive the army, you fake your own cries
To feed the army, you kill your own friends
Now with this army you burn all your ends
Look in the mirror, all you see is your pain
Look in the mirror, you're covered in shame
Look in the mirror, your illusion is strong
You break the mirror, new evil is born
Explain to me how the fuck we got here?
Do you understand?
Here is the truth--
actual heroism receives no ovation, entertains no one.
No one is interested.
And soon you become no more than yet another victim
I started to understand what happened to me was dark, evil, and shameful, and by association I too was dark, evil, and shameful. While it may not have been my intention, this was the message my clouded mind received. To escape the confines of these chains, I disassociated myself from my emotions and numbed myself to the pain ravaging my mind and body.
Join now for your own salvation!
Pretend we are fighting absolute evil
Pretend it's a grand creature we battled
Any victory we become immediate legends
If we die we all become war heroes
