Obdurate Misanthropy

If I could find someplace to rest
That would be the end of my incessant protest
If I ever meet my goal
I won't even know

Somebody somewhere has all they need
As I sing some dreamy speech far out of key
There are signs flying high
Propped up by this self-fulfilling lie

Smashing the state or manifestation
Won't deliver us from our great creation
It won't be so easy to get the gut feeling
Before we can finally scream freedom
And have our brains bе persuaded it's true

Somеone with sense must clean up our mess
Averted by allies, a burden on friends
With a sense of adventure, our jest is justified

The only true artists left in this world
Are collecting their efforts and meeting no goal
This nonsense is a promise I'm starving to believe in

These illusions of squalor, they seem so romantic
This scheme's so easy, we can hardly stand it
When we realize what we fantasize
Changes the minds of our neighbors
Maybe it will feel worthwhile

My body begs for rest, but the poison satisfies
My mind trying to find profound truth and true lies
As we babble on about Babylon
My heart attempts to pump blood
And that's all that it does