BULLSEYE.

Real Implied& ImaginedMost of us have a way to describeWe indeed describeDescribe for one Inscribe for allMind has an awkward wayAwkward way we are manipulated towards ideasAnd yesThe game starts when you catch the conscience

We have built the industriesPurified on the masteryWe mastered on itSo that we can deceive the common kindDeceive them into something they are not

Those than go homeKnowing the techniques daily usedBe a human once moreJust to turn into this specified creature in the morningVanitize something that's not truthBuild their lives on their own liesCome to their own and ask for the veracityOne they're going to hold back from their own kindThe first thing they wake up

StrategizeStrategize how they might play better in the game they aren't the ones to huntAsk that simple questionAre we offering pleasure or taking away the pain from those architectural fainWhile we try to answerLet's take a journeyTo those to be preyedFor that they shall oblige in the way we visualize their artistic mind

We give dataFor the hunters master their own game among usWhen DeceptionDeception is the sole truth they worshipAnd O' mindHuman human mindHow ready for you to close your eyes and be hypnotizedWhy don't you at right this second stop the hunt

Change the gameYou know better than they doThey have practised the same gamePlaying it for centuriesOnly to bullseye youDear humanDon't you really know the necessity & wantWhy are you so easyUnable to see what has been manufactured by your own kind

Rivalries they areAnywhere & everywhere you seeBut noThis is the way they communicateBy taking another shot at you

CrystallizeCrystallize the truthDo you really need that silveror has pompei showed you no fruitthe ashes were melted melted the life into their shameful light

More is just moreAnd there is always more for you to keep yourself unsatisfiedTextures they areMore or less Products of the same manipulated mindBut you knowYou know that it's a matter of choice to not wake up

How do you like itWhen your thoughts are taken awayReplaced by their ruthless façadeDear it's simply the industrial lifeDid you get mad at the revolution when it happenedYou were happy Just a bit you could ease your mindLet them to do workFor that it was preparing you to be told

Tell meHow often do you think nowDo you find a time to look in the mirror and see your vanitized unfactual truthThe way you see yourselfIs that the appearance they bullseyed youMy dearSolely it's not just youIt's you we they and all the rest playing the same gameThe bored change the direction they playJust join the everlasting hunt to be delayedBut please Keep your eyes closedFor that they need to see your shadow to hunt you down

Answer their interrogations & give them what they wantEven if you don't it's more-than-you-knowably simpleThey have everything you wantThe manual to bait & the standard conditions to make you starveO' dear How you want that diamond sphereNow the lack of something Unmanageable mixed feelingYou got to Just this oneShiny sparkly soul you replace it withYou hear the scream

BULLSEYE.

"We got another one"Do you want it raw or extra cookedWhere were that bait we got earlier from the shopLet's go get some moreFor that now we know how nowDear silverBless thy soulI shall control it without crawlDear crowMake oh words come trueThe wishesWe make them come trueSo come We are the place to get cookedOffering some dessert if you're already fulledGot that and I know that we got to find another way to save you from the truthClose your eyesYour pain is our gainLet us sway with your purse far away

Recently We are growing world-wideI wonder if the time will come when all shall start to hunt the hunter downUntil then the crow shall find a new mud to walk upon the everlasting bayBlythe to be promisedAnd the grief to be taken infinite drives awayImport the manufactured mindThere like-kinded betray their ownSpreading the knowledge & statistics foreknownLoosen the ties What we want is crystally to destroy our ownPiece by piece & bit by bitAll's wellUntil we change the window That contemplate the fame

None wills to be preyed Still The hunt is not to be let down

BULLSEYE.

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