Resurrect

Resurrect the voices inside my head and their dialect is creeping.

I'm still believing that I've called for death over a thousand times.

These words that flow within this rhyme is now the thousandth, one hundredth and eleventh time.

I've gone through levels of contemplating the outer works of the inner quirks.

All to conclude.

It's been operating within a system without any participation and witnessing observation.

A living creature enslaved by self-explanation.

It's old news. It's old news.

The soul is bruised because of the issues they told us in school.

This is the way I grew.

So listen when I'm rewording you to unburden you from the terms that are hurting you.

I see the way you move and the methods you use to produce.

That's the clue.

When you're used, abused and they violate you.

By that time it's a sign of a bilingual race of vassals.

Arseholes in government running a fast-back on a fast track towards novelty monopoly money.

Corporations hiding and dividing up operations and connotations to find the tide.

The starting line in The New World Order Divine; divide.