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If I can't feel (on a given day) the way I wanted to, The temptation hits, my grip it could slip, I could give it up But if I can't feel (on a given day) the way I wanted to, I won't cheapen myself, I won't be patronized by lethargy And it would be nice to answer questions with a capsule, but I don't deem myself that simple minded And it would be nice to untie knots with single gestures, But I keep on drawing blood And it would be nice to think oblivion was a challenge instead of an excuse You built yourself a socio-cultural trap, Launched an attack on your subconscious Ruby Ridge. If you get what you want, You can't play Hamlet to the balcony The ultimate expression of consumerism - the wholesale commodification of sensation The ultimate rejection of asceticism - the doors of perception kicked in The ultimate acceptance of conservatism - a fierce passion subsumed and corrupted The ultimate bisection of ethicalism - as you imbibe the denial of choice If I can see straight I can't lie. Let's put an end to this falsehood, to the conception that this is different. Misunderstood and misconstrued, alternative only in vocabulary. You leave the office on a Friday, swap one glazed expression for another For 48 hours in elaborate gilded costumes at the masquerade warehouse. |