Clearing - Maggot Brain

Have I gone mad?

What is this we’ve created?

Have I gone mad?

Now numbers replace our faces

Dead end jobs, stagger around complacent

Lost in the depths of the maze this place is

I falter

My meaning abandons me

And my demeanor decays with society

My eyes can

See them all for

What they are

No more illusions

I’ll have my redemption

I’ll use this rage

Deep rooted hate

This anger inside of me

At the precipice I’ve had all I can take

Don’t tell me I am free