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The Isolate
The Isolate
From the box of bright lights
So white its angels blind
Somewhere in the abyss
Of an isolated mind
A pox on war and envy
Blessings to hate and fear
Whether or not you see him
The isolate is here
God wastes those sorry sinners
Just shadows of the world
They die out and leave nothing
But a tapestry unfurled
There’s a monster in these mirrors
He was right here he was
A mirror tries to let us see ourselves
But never, ever does
I’ve spent some time talking to
The pictures on these walls
And then the paint, then bricks, then foundations
Until there’s nothing there at all
I’m fishing for reflections that
Die when I cast stones
I’m waiting for the rippling man
To leave me all alone
The isolate in the cell
Created by his mind
Who escapes and falls to hell
Where no demons can he find
The isolate hears rhythmic patterns
Falling slightly offbeat
Its subtlety is terrifying
It my soul has defeat
I need food, so I’m hunting
The shadow of our death
Every time I take a bite
It takes away my breath
I’ve been left deaf, dumb, and lame
Also blinded by their lies
I feel stabs of freezing needles
Buttoning up my eyes
I smell rotten eggs and plastic
Burning like my heart
I taste blood rushing out my throat
Before I can get smart
With ideals to become rich
I play a dirty game
I waste my life and death gambling
For infamy or fame
Just a flash of the hands
And a quick flash of the blade
I rip out from his chest
Not a heart but a spade
I’ve wasted all my money now
This everlasting light
Seems to become dim
In the canvas of the night
From a dirty mirror stares back
The isolate, suicidal
He’s gotten all his love know
He is the people’s idol
From the box of bright lights
So white its angels blind
Somewhere in the abyss
Of an isolated mind
A pox on war and envy
Blessings to hate and fear
Whether or not you see him
The isolate is here
God wastes those sorry sinners
Just shadows of the world
They die out and leave nothing
But a tapestry unfurled
There’s a monster in these mirrors
He was right here he was
A mirror tries to let us see ourselves
But never, ever does
I’ve spent some time talking to
The pictures on these walls
And then the paint, then bricks, then foundations
Until there’s nothing there at all
I’m fishing for reflections that
Die when I cast stones
I’m waiting for the rippling man
To leave me all alone
The isolate in the cell
Created by his mind
Who escapes and falls to hell
Where no demons can he find
The isolate hears rhythmic patterns
Falling slightly offbeat
Its subtlety is terrifying
It my soul has defeat
I need food, so I’m hunting
The shadow of our death
Every time I take a bite
It takes away my breath
I’ve been left deaf, dumb, and lame
Also blinded by their lies
I feel stabs of freezing needles
Buttoning up my eyes
I smell rotten eggs and plastic
Burning like my heart
I taste blood rushing out my throat
Before I can get smart
With ideals to become rich
I play a dirty game
I waste my life and death gambling
For infamy or fame
Just a flash of the hands
And a quick flash of the blade
I rip out from his chest
Not a heart but a spade
I’ve wasted all my money now
This everlasting light
Seems to become dim
In the canvas of the night
From a dirty mirror stares back
The isolate, suicidal
He’s gotten all his love know
He is the people’s idol
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