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(Guilty) Invocations
How did I get from the womb
to this room?

Why can't I spend all my time
watching the flowers bloom

I don't like the feeling of wasting my own time
then I watch the others and they don't seem to mind

My path not set in stone I chose at such an early age
I'd rather watch the others from outside of my made up cage

So I growl and scowl
'cause I'm in a fowl mood

I want to laugh at my situation
'cause I think I'm getting screwed

In comparison to others
I don't have it all that bad

But I'm sick of these comparisons
sick of feeling guilty when I'm sad

Even now I should be working
On a project that I hate

If I thought like my co-workers
I'd be staying in 'till eight

I just spent more time on this rhyme than I ever have for work

It's enough to make you smirk
'cause I could have been a clerk
a soda jerk
or an artist with a quirk

It's too much for me to handle
as I burn the middle of the candle

When the flame has burnt right through it
there will be 4 sides to burn

Then I'll split myself in half
and ask for nothing in return

One side of me will go to work
the other side will play

And we'll divvy up our treasures
at the end of every day

He'll bring the cash and the commitment
I'll be the reason to his rhyme

As I search the world for answers
he'll be punished for my crimes

Is there no rest for the wicked?
I sleep fairly well at night

But sometimes I get nightmares
these are fears my mind recites

I'm really not this bitter
I just need to get this out

If I didn't have this medium
I'd want to scream and shout

So how did I get from the womb
to this room?

And how long will it be
'till I'm lying in my tomb

There are so many things that scare me
in this world designed for hate

I'm not a morning person
So I'm destined to be late

The path of least resistance
wasn't chosen by my fate

Apathy took over
as I waited for my soul mate

If only I was selfish
I'd get so much more done

But life without the others
wouldn't really be much fun

I wish my voice was deeper
and I wish it didn't squeak

But it's the one I've got
so with it I will speak

I try to understand them
the others in this world

The things they do (the way they act)
is often too absurd

They tie themselves in bullshit
and ropes not made of twine

They mute their lips with anger
and gargle turpentine

It's not a competition
we're all trying to get by

But you can really hurt me
with those daggers from your eyes

Friendship based on circumstance
and love that's based on looks

And what of those of cops and clergy
turning out to be the crooks?

So were these rhymes just selfish
or do you also feel this way?

'Cause that's all that really matters
at the end of every day

Interactions what I want
of the human kind

Teach me all those things
you've got stored up inside your mind

I what to learn all these ideas
that you now take for granted

Then we'll grab some from my brain
and to yours they'll be transplanted