Sad World

<p>I have been replaced by vanity's face. Now I'll fix you into a body that you hate, I'll make you work the fields where your friends were made. I'm bitter and my intentions are cynical, every word dishonest and intentional.</p><p>While everyone looks so lonely from above, my artificial heart is sick of "love."</p><p>We live in a sad world, but I'm not a sad man. I'm thankful for the ones I "love", my family and friends. But I believe that we've lost touch.</p><p>All the people here are assembled in factories. We all work, eat, sleep, repeat. Everyone is a machine. All the people here are sporting looks of fallacy. We believe we're free but I'm still beating my heart to the rhythm of hypnopedia.</p><p>I once was a rare find, you were the metaphors I hid behind. I once was missed but now I don't exist. I masqueraded myself to bits in my mind.</p><p>What happened to my brain? It must've been washed away on my last soma holiday. What happened to my brain? We're all being washed away a gramme a day. So maybe I'll decide to submerge myself, dilute my mind and float alongside everybody else.</p><p>We live in a sad world, but I'm not sad man. I'm serene and I accept the things that I cannot mend. If there's a light in this world, clear a path for all my friends and help me change the things I can. I want to believe there's more than this.</p>