Envy: "Lukewarm Skytalker"
a cryin shame my lost identity's, just tryin' to hold it down...
i'm compelled to abandon all amenities; my head's too swollen for a crown.
i went from ogre to a clown... livin' days on center stage...
entranced within a haze, only to realize that i had drowned.
now just how did this go down? i thought i had it all figured out.
...von dutch-sponsored wardrobes are bound to hold some clout...
now i'm wrestlin' with doubt... observing what it's all about...
have the masses been misled? can the peasants brave the drout?
from the graces of my couch... i vow to leave it all behind...
it's hard to capture beauty... with billboards on our minds...
now if the rest are all inclined,... come join me in some mischief...
life can drive you livid based solely on the point that you've lived it.
red lights across the district... whores and scattered dreams...
i've got scores of tattered jeans to adorn a battered self-esteem...
i'm just tryin' to gather steam... so i can cleanse all this bullshit...
leave lather in the streams and preach to all the fish in my pulpit.
it's hard to find a pull switch... before the wrinkles start to set...
strugglin' with debts lies a world of martyred silhouettes.
persist and we'll forget... all the ugliness we worship...
a rebellion for the 'little guy' to give him the status that he's thirsted.
and for the shells that we've been cursed with... toss'em into the gorge.
spew the rage through a ball-point 'til beautiful imagery forms...
positive self image restored... can mean a sweeter sentence.
a pocket full of breathing air might defeat this bitter tension...
but i'll leave it all unmentioned... and let the herd dwindle on...
clutching a fistful of vengeance to hurl at the scourge 'til it's gone...
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