I came in youth unsure, afraid, awakening from sleep
But in the fields I found my clan, a tribe of true black sheep
And saw the river’s waters high so with them forged a craft
But after the river’s crossing, I deified the raft.
And hid my soul in scavenging
The starved, self-loathing vulture
Who lingered in the prolonged gasp
Of an expiring subculture
Trying to farm a world of make believe
Idealism and pretend
But like all things, behold and see this too comes to an end.
This music is not the ultimate
It’s a mere grain upon a shore
A twig on a branch heavy tree
That grows
Far truer than hardcore.
Yet we stand here still beholding the long made youthful observation
The proverbial iceberg tip of a far greater revelation
I’m taking my peace with me
I’ve no interest in the “score”
My will is possessed by hunger for an end that blooms
Far truer than hardcore.
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