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i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers

Sunday, December 28, 2014

MONKEY ON THE BACK

I've got an addictive personality, self control is a fallacy
It seems I'm my own worst enemy, I think I'm about to go crazy
If I already wasn't from the start, maybe I'm just too smart
For this world, have too much of a heart, as I fire darts
Into the mainframe of the system, yes, I hate the authorities
I'm still searching for wisdom, still fighting against gravity
The rebel inside of me will not bow down, I won't accept defeat
The devil rules the earth, metaphorically speaking, there's no retreat
From the greed of the fat cats, who may as well wear a top hat
They control our lives, keep us running in circles like rats

There's a monkey on my back who keeps me doing that
He's on the prowl, ready to attack: an axe in the fucking back
There's a monkey on my back who's hiding in my flat
He's sitting on my lap, about to snap and we wouldn't want that

I've been walking down the winding path of self-destruction
I'm headed for a twisted destination, I can't find any satisfaction
If only I wasn't plagued by inaction, a refusal to change my sorry ways
I'm can't seem to find any traction, sick of wasting away the days
Tomorrow is a new beginning, I must keep on reminding myself of this
I must not follow the monkey into temptation, it's only a false bliss
Fuck the system and fuck these self-indulgent vices, time to break free
There is wisdom in a life of excess, it builds resilience inside of me
I must stop living out a fantasy, stop believing there are no consequences
Time to knock down walls with a bulldozer, to tear down some fences

There's a monkey on my back who keeps me doing that
He's on the prowl, ready to attack: an axe in the fucking back
There's a monkey on my back who's hiding in my flat
He's sitting on my lap, about to snap and we wouldn't want that

There is still hope for me yet, if only I could escape the monkey's grip
I'm beholden like a pet to its master, feels like I've been caught in a rip
I may as well go back to prison, there is no escaping from this nightmare
This is the darkest of seasons, sometimes it feels like I'm going nowhere
But there is always a silver lining after the rain, I must keep the faith
Life is full of pain and sorrow, but there's always tomorrow, I won't sit by and wait
Time to be proactive, escape from sleepy hollow, remove the gaffa tape
Go to the library, there are books to borrowed and a debt to be paid
Nobody escapes this world unscathed, it's a sick sad world full of violence
No wonder I'm so jaded and do the things I do, I refuse to remain silent

There's a monkey on my back who keeps me doing that
He's on the prowl, ready to attack: an axe in the fucking back
There's a monkey on my back who's hiding in my flat
He's sitting on my lap, about to snap and we wouldn't want that

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