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ANCST - Ascetic

Tears that never seem to run dry in a world thats close to wreck itself
Driven only by hate, everything else has been taken. hopes, dreams, ambitions destroyed by your conventions. this mundane condition
Loss of breath. i am lacking any optimism. admitting defeat against your definition of emotionality. my engine is the wrong idea your following blindly. a precedence tending to destroy. we will all perish
All i got is my black heart and my wrath to be set free
Expl.: Excluding everything useless within the context of society appears to be a common humyn strategy. Out of sight. Out of mind
Are we nothing more than redundant byproducts of this fast-paced insanity and blinded by progress? Or still in control of our potentials?
Thoughts inspired by Zygmunt Bauman