OneManMilitia

I don't know what I am for But I know what I am against I'm sickened to death by men I'm bored to death with myself I'm sick of the narratives I'm done with apologies I'm sick of conspiracies The truth is a dead disease I can't breathe when I hate this much I'm gonna burn all my fucking flags I sound like a dying cause I won't listen anymore Even our dreams are intellectual Like an ancient stone circle Tightly bound to a rigid dogma Will they last or take us under? Even our screams are intravenous I'm so ashamed of my self-censoring Why do I feel old and vulnerable? We all know who's responsible Even our dreams are intellectual Like an ancient stone circle Tightly bound to a rigid dogma Will they last or take us under? Even our dreams are intellectual Like an ancient stone circle Tightly bound to a rigid dogma Will they last or take us under?