The world is a purple barricade,

and we are flowers waiting to bloom

to fly, to rub against friction.
the thrill of an unconquerable resisting force.
we resist and resist, until were this close.
twisted and pointless, he goes
look at him, day in and day out
he works, he slogs and practices. life must blow.
some sweet resolve into his stirred face
wrinkles and plays, theatres and hypocrisy
fickle? nay, misdirected solitude and misogyny
he asked for a soul to move, a heart to shake and bleed
I got something to prove, a mind without coke or weed
an eye that stretches wide into the unknown, I speak lies but I speak bold
Eye dont do what Im told, oh eye, do what youre sold
learn our language and you shall rule
said the hearts of men, with vengeance cold
the intelligence of a mule
isnt what drives the other
its the unknown, open and shutter
untainted minds, naive yet unwilling to stutter
the fear
its a resisting force.