Morality Aesthetics

Is there such a thing
As the self
Everyone
Has become
Carbon copies
Of someone else
What a time
To be alive
Watch the world change
We see it all
Digital eyes

Sick of playing games
Because I always lose
An honest man understands
It's time to pick and choose
Living in a world
Of the obtuse
You may not win
But failure you must refuse

You must refuse

No
I don't want to go
I'm so special
My head told me so
Did you not know
I'm digging graves for friends
As well as foes
All on principles
This existence is pitiful

So talk back
Please talk back
Say what you have to say
Say what you have to say
Say it
Then I'll pretend
Like I ever gave a fuck anyway

I've lived my life
Inside this room
In a way
You could say
It's become my tomb

Three dead roses
Hanging on the wall
Held by nails
So they don't fall
Suspended inverted
I won't bear the burden
Why be concerned when
Life is worthless

Life is worthless