this air is stale,
this place static,
same ol same ol,
a stagnant view,
a sodden stage,
these verses of hate,
whispers and screams,
with unaltered scenes,
and no effort put,
same ol same ol.
we have passed that bridge
but not mend it yet,
there is no hope or scope
or expectation,
no change or modification,
same ol same ol.
and this way we will
live out our lives,
behind shady screens
judged by heedless beings,
lets not alleviate oneself,
with botched promises,
we are all varmints,
of science and god,
deceiving no one
with our flawed feigns,
its just same ol same ol.
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