LEAVING HELL

Twisted world where artists bend backwards for benefactors
 And victims are to be blamed as bad actors
 My mind running all around
 Poetry is illegal unless you're under the underground
 Devious with determination
 Solitude is crowded by isolation
 Wandered wearily for several eternities
 Gaining acclaim, using fake names
 Vanishing by sunrise, committing to the wisdom of the unwise
 In buildings where if I wasn't a
 Performer, they wouldn't let me past the foyer
 Here I am pullin' spectacles for the uninitiated voyeurs
 But, bein' piss poor corrupted the discourse
 As power functions on a sliding scale, so you might as well
 So you might as well, you know what I'm sayin'
 And that's when I knew I'd found
 My way out of this hell
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 And that's when I knew I'd found
 My way out of this hell
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 Strivin' to be the type of poet Lorca was
 When one turns their back to lead the orchestra
 Black Orpheus, Kepler octahedron
 Happy recent, eyes buggin' like Jackie Gleason
 To witness true wonder, that's the reason
 That's the reason
 One time I was doo-dooin' at a gas station and I
 Read on the stall, you know, on the wall
 "What's the purpose of life?"
 And someone had actually wrote back, it said:
 "To be the eyes, the ears,
 And consciousness of the creator of the universe. You fool!"
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 And that's when I knew I'd found
 My way out of this hell
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 Break it down, break it down
 And that's when I knew I'd found
 My way out of this hell
 Thank you, thank you art, thank you music
 And that's when I knew I'd found
 My way out of this hell