Find another place to feed your greed, while I find a place to rest

You can either rationalize your inner dialogue into your every day Life
Or cover it up, allowing its cancer to spread through you
With its sickly sweet mask of normalcy

Everyone wears a perfect costume day-to-day
Dry-cleaned and ironed or stained and faded, it's all the same
Distraction from the Truth

The Truth is what drives you without you knowing
Deny it and it proves you weak
Accept it and be cast out into emptiness

Think back to your happiest moments
Were they supported by lies, fear, deceit?
If they were, you do not and cannot understand

Being free means being able to forsee the Future
And while predicting the Future, looking back from that unknown point ahead of you
And seeing yourself without regret

I do not want from you what you do not have
After all, we all wear the same uniform