So many people watching time go by
So many people locked in the kennel of life
Living in your own filth, everything looks so big
Cower in your primitive hole
Never seeking more life, content to losing time
As long as they fill up your bowl
Tell me not to think or feel
Tell me not to find what's real
Trying so hard to get the chain off of my kneck
Who's pulling the other end so I will forget?
Pushing at me own cage, not intent to housbreak
But to find an open space
Snapping at the hand that feeds, same one theat imprisons me
But I'll never see your face
Tell me not to think or feel
Tell me not to find what's real
Tell me not to search for truth
Eat , sleep, procreate , that's all life wants of you
Looking, searching for a place in my heart that I can call my own
Looking , searching , seeking, finding, hoping, wishing, meditating
Breathing, praying, bowing, shaking, invocating, supplicating
Looking for a place in my heart that I can call my own
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