The Positive Aspect of Negative Thinking

Let’s gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast
We have seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea
Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease
The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary
We’ve nestled in its hollow and we’ve suckled at its breast
Grandiloquent in our attitude, impassioned yet inept
Frivolous gavel, our design
Ludicrous, our threat
Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less
So what does it mean
When we tell ourselves, «it's only for a while we have been deceived»
And it’s only for a moment that the treasures of our day
Make life easier to complicate
The treasure’s thrown away
I’m so tired of
All the fucked up minds of
All the terrorist religions and their bullshit lies
Of all the hand-me-downs from
All industrial crimes
And the weeping mothers and
Those who are led so blind
From the plastic protests and
The hands of time and
The pursuit of mirth
And all hating kind