Earth Trax - Midnight Eye | Cyberpunk: Edgerunners

UNAPPEALING

3 - Home

In the valley of the shadows, where it reeks of death
We crave a certain feeling, we may just breathe our final breath
And in that moment you witness wonders, that only last half a blink
Leaving you lost for words, blissful universal sync
A cheeky wink, you think, yet how do you explain
So afraid of not being believed, or actually called mentally insane
Yet still you shall remain, life goes on, and on, and on
Heres a hint, from someone skint, just have some fucking fun
I mean of course youre entitled, to bitch whinge and moan
Victims craving attention, real danger of being alone
Be honest, whats the point, of sparking up a fire
Unless its smoke and mirrors, the fog clouding your desire
Why change when you can, remain the same and stall
Ignorant know it alls, preach to others to catch their fall

Bricks and mortar, mindful builders, truthful class act grafters
Real heroes, told theyre zeros, creates beautfiul expressive laughter
When you lose what you have, you are forced to be glad
Gratitude and cracking on with it, embarressed to be rude or sad
I love this fact though
Which I used to see as weak emotion
Its ammo, our internal mindful piano
Conducting theraputic, Beethoven banter

See doctors prescribe pills
It's a business, paying bills
I dont doubt that medical masters though
Just want to use their skills
Thats why we must not judge
For it is the system we can not budge
Politics push around their sludge
Protecting and packing fudge
Diseased by their fear
Their perfect career is clear
Smacking lips upon each others rear
Every year after every year
Just bully, get all the money
Brainwash the world with meds and drugs
And create laws to make sure till the end of time
We control thoughts and hack phones with bugs

So fuck the system, the power is mine
And yours, I promise you'll be just fine
If you refuse to obey, the so called laws we learn
Think fuck it, now its surely thier turn
These yobs who, somehow claimed the world as theirs
Thinking god just said, yeah borrow me, I dont care
Dont know whats right, or wrong or fair
These circus clowns, will eventually drown in despair

So I shall finish this piece, of poetic pros and cons
Hoping I highlighted, weak and strong
For the united thing, we all love to sing
Is our child like, ridiculous imaginating
So take this time to be a kid
Find that place you know you hid
Seek out the ones, who play king kong
Artistic karma is what belongs

Create beautiful, emotional expressive songs
Rebel, take drugs, be slobs and smoke bongs
We're all chemical cheech and chongs
And dont be scared of saying mongs
Have a reaction if you must, dosage is the crucial crust
Sometimes by just a fraction, ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The infinite math of this thing called god, sacred sequences so divine
Asthetically pleasing shapes, symmetrical life of space and time

However in error, the weirdos seemed to appeal to me
Because imperfections and acceptance, marries beauty and the beast
I'm sick with this devotion, payment protection plan commotion
Invested so much time, numb from repeating rhymes in motion

But thank you for your patience, with this poetic poison potion
This crime I cannot help but commit, for I'm fuelled by love and devotion

01 - P.T. Adamczyk - The Voice In My Head (Cyberpunk 2077)

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