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Array ( [sid] => 119289 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Everything [time] => 2006-05-01 01:46:25 [hometext] => Every now and then, i go insane, as do we all, i suppose. I think we're all insane at all times, to some point or another. High on our own cerebral drugs. And our reality and society is its effects. its results. [bodytext] => You Can’t have your answer
You can’t have your peace
And you’ve never had control of your life
Your soul can never be saved
And your mind will never be at rest
Contentment cannot be for us
Scream
Existence is a paradox
Nothing is as it seems
Answers are all lies
And deception is what we believe
Deception is what we breath
Have it
It fills your lungs
It is in the air
It is behind all structures
It holds us up
Complex concepts and equations
Driving us mad
Coming from our own minds
Trying to explain what is never still
Always changing
Nothing ever true or false
Made of everything
All layers of our reality
Our own conception
Our insanity fills all the silence
And it echoes our plight into the void
Hoping
For something
Will our stories ever be heard
Will our questions ever be necessary
Will our answers ever really explain anything
Is anything really there
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Everything
Date: Monday, 1st May 2006 @ 01:46:25 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Onslaught

You Can’t have your answer
You can’t have your peace
And you’ve never had control of your life
Your soul can never be saved
And your mind will never be at rest
Contentment cannot be for us
Scream
Existence is a paradox
Nothing is as it seems
Answers are all lies
And deception is what we believe
Deception is what we breath
Have it
It fills your lungs
It is in the air
It is behind all structures
It holds us up
Complex concepts and equations
Driving us mad
Coming from our own minds
Trying to explain what is never still
Always changing
Nothing ever true or false
Made of everything
All layers of our reality
Our own conception
Our insanity fills all the silence
And it echoes our plight into the void
Hoping
For something
Will our stories ever be heard
Will our questions ever be necessary
Will our answers ever really explain anything
Is anything really there

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