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?