Yes, really, another one. I'm like a machine! I wrote this on the bus this morning at 8 AM on the way to my first day of class, lol.
"Anima"
There is no soul left in our empty stares,
It escaped from our mouths, which never close;
Launched as a new product, like the dirty air;
Poison, as it were, injected through the nose.
Godless, vapid beings of depravity,
For whom there is no such thing as respect;
They are all marching forward mindlessly;
A machine's definition of perfect.
We bought this culture without thought for the cost;
Our souls and vibrance our line of credit,
And now that even hope itself is lost,
I wonder, was the purchase worth the debit?
Have we just begun the cycle of night,
Or have we at last strayed too far from the light?
"Anima"
There is no soul left in our empty stares,
It escaped from our mouths, which never close;
Launched as a new product, like the dirty air;
Poison, as it were, injected through the nose.
Godless, vapid beings of depravity,
For whom there is no such thing as respect;
They are all marching forward mindlessly;
A machine's definition of perfect.
We bought this culture without thought for the cost;
Our souls and vibrance our line of credit,
And now that even hope itself is lost,
I wonder, was the purchase worth the debit?
Have we just begun the cycle of night,
Or have we at last strayed too far from the light?