Remember.

there is a system outsidewaiting to drop youbreak you up & downmelt you until you get to the right size

there is a system outsidestarves you to your bonesif you choose to not do it right

there is a system outsideworks brilliantlythe infamous invisible handwhere the own kind hurts its ownwith pleasurecalls it businesscalls it shamepride & prejudicestands together with the condition that it won't visit another

there is a system outsidebuilt to burn youif you aren't already one of the puppetsstanding side by sidethe puppetmastercreated via the bigger picturemaking the puzzleeach one carries its own roseto the thorny grave

it works faithfullyexploiting all the insecurityletting the soul fadememories go in vainand the person disappearjudging each & every actionfeeding it with the possibility to not belong

there is a system outsiderotates by pure blooddark & coldbuilt to create fear upon deathtaught to look awaytaught to meditate the existential painI need to break free

pressured by my ownconstant & ruthlesshurting some by breaking the rulestoo sensitivevulnerable & too painful to be realas far as the 19 took meI could never bear the loss of human I couldn't betrayas the way they breathe is destruction to my own

what if reallywe are the aliensI know I am onea mighty sanitorial creaturean opposition to the looksa paradoxical truth of the universewhat do I breathebesides the smoke covering the airbe(side) the dark irrelevant shame

how do I opt-out of thishow do I save my soulit's shivering my coreyet we are expected to do it every dayno such thing as a bore

Sinatra was rightin fact I don't know if I have a single answer anymoreI thought about thisyears & years ago& I think about it nowwhat the hell am I growing into

it was safe to dreamnow my days are filled with fearwondering when one of my own will decideit's time to blow the whistle for us allmaybe we'll all be slaves to some puppetmaster again

nowhere is safemy own is haunting my soulI've been here long long beforebut still none of this is something I wouldn't want to run away

I'm not sure I can ever be able to prepare for thisas being good transforms you into a preydesigned as a source of entertainment for your own kindI feel damagedunable to be shaped & sized where the master wantscrystallizing over & overattempting to seeif there is any way to my safety far far away

at times I want to fall into a holeleave everything behindsmell the forestlearn the language eventuallyinflict myself the life I've been longing forI'm constantly reminded of my suffocationas it was inscribed for me to become a humangelrose before I thorn

but noI will find a way out of thislike I always doone day I will find a way to break my soul free burning solely for its own

I won't give up my reasonsto spread the infinite lovededicate myself for the good

the nature is balanced1 - 1if I feel theseif I'm out of nowhere called to inscribe thesethen it's timedear oneswho see between the linesthis is a calling to youit's timewe have our lot to retrieve

Until our truth is not left with enough timeWe have to remember

Remember who we were born to become