When I was young, I’d dream a dream.
I’d dream of such wonderful things.
About what I’d do and who I’d be,
The places I’d go, the things I’d see.
So many dreams I dreamt,
But not a single dream I kept.
Such dreams have long ago died,
And from my living nightmare, there’s no place to hide.
This Strangulation is Suffocating
Often my position and path are in opposition to my chosen recourse.
The shit-storm rises and builds with the power of my self-destructive force.
It seems as though my predetermined reaction to fulfilling my desires is
self-terminating.
Looking at it from inside-out, its quite frustrating, but from outside-in
its tragically entertaining.
But when I give this issue to further inspection,
It seems to some degree, everyone subjects themselves to self-rejection.
Look at the person who dreams of a meaningful relationship of love and
affection,
But is hopelessly attracted to someone who treats them with disrespect and
dejection.
An addictive desire, and the desire to end an addiction,
Is a difficult cycle to break of divided-self-friction.
We must derive some sort of sick, sub-conscious satisfaction from this
self-mutilation;
Our mental-emotional, maliciously-masochistic masturbation.
So will I eventually discontinue to self-destruct?
Or am I imprisoned in this cycle and hopelessly fucked?
Tyler Durden
When you take away self-division
And eliminate self-friction
You limit personal restriction
And gain clarity of vision
So now that my mind is as one
My days of not knowing myself are over and done
My path lies ahead of me clear as the rising sun
And the victory of accomplishment is soon to be won