Idea

[Verse 1: Emay]
Who's objective?
For every path to choose, there's two neglected
For every absent two, there's new dimensions
Soon to lose ascension
For every attitude is tuned offensive
And too defensive, bent to prove effective
Sent to move consensus through the sense
Set to rule the pensive
Centrifuge the blessed from all the restless
Resting on the fences
We pick a side, professing our perfections
A mission to die protecting our conceptions
Illicitly vile intent at our discretion
I'm sick of deciding, vexed in our depression
The orthodox is off, I'm more than often lost
Absorbed in plots to rectify deception
I've hoarded thoughts and watched
Assorted flocks of people's heads
Stored in boxes. Locked and stocked
According to recorded doctrine
Docked in knots
Born into a morbid block
You're taught to block
But what do I believe and choose to follow?
For now the answer's not to lose tomorrow

[Verse 2: Emay]
For now the answer's not to lose
Apparently, to win this is impossible
The battle of ideas is an obstacle
Nothing to guide us. Nothing to find a constant truth
But something inside is suffering silent - watching you
Trying to figure it out and know what it constitutes
My consciousness, my only friend and constable
But I'm a prisoner onto envision the hostage loose
The lonely inquisitor probing and quizzing, I'm onto you
Onto who?
Onto those with lots of dough and lots to lose
Onto those that lost the soul/sole but got the shoes
Those that hold the globe in whole but not the fruit
I've got to choose
They say to look within for proper view
But dog, I'm not a stooge
No amount of knowing self can stop a nuke
Or stop abuse
My world has never been what I've imagined
I never asked for this
I wanna see the world for what it is
And never have to have a massive ass to kiss
Retired as a battered pacifist
To banish ignorance and channel abacus
My arrow has a target, still it's vague
Will I be heroic or a villain slayed/Slade?
Still encaged, and disengaged
Still enslaved
Or maybe I could change - a different age
An aim that isn't pain, a lane that's fit to tame
This strange addictive stage
But where's the compass, to encompass, my reluctance?
Cause I'm destructive
I'm the sum of everything I've been through
Surroundings are the source of that within you