M-Fap - Visions

Optimized interactions guided by automation methods
Feelin' like a golem guided by a higher presence
Autonomous, not so sure, programming could be wicked
Instinctually left to believe something's worth being saved
Dependent on spiritual software so I can commute
If this is a simulation, I want it to reboot
Champion of oppressed, I'm always trying my best
But it's getting harder to care when everyone fades like rust
I'm just standing here contemplating my existence
Whether free will is just another religious experience
Beamed from a consciousness, but not necessarily from us
We seem to have this perpetual arrogance
Believing that we discovered the process of thought
When it's really the thought in which we get caught

Every second counts, but every second burns
So my friend what have we learned?
Visions from the future, things don't get any clearer
Really did I expect them to get better?
Haven't I been attended this mystery school of pain
Beginning, middle, and end is always been suffering
Bursting with tremendous potential
Never reaching maturity we all fall to the battle

Internal forces relaying friction, internal static ringing
Piercing through my ears even as I'm denying
Any formal acknowledgment to the extraction process
Of my subconscious trying to locate what I suppress
Sometimes it feels like a matter of life and death
As I dig deeper, will this be my last breath?
Some realizations end up becoming so consuming
They devour you before you get to understanding
What you've truly got laid in front of your eyes
So turn the page, don't let it be a surprise
Forever, you got a paddle down the river
Eventually, you tip, are you a sinker or swimmer?

Written by:
MICHAEL SMITH

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