so your utopia breaks apart, and your world crashes in around you
chips hit the floor as all you ever trusted dulls and changes to plastic
oh what a happy deluded lot we were
thinking that it would last forever
so what are we now?
what will we show ourselves to be?
im the troll from under the bridge
im the thing that goes bump in the night
im the disfigured face behind the painted mask
want to know the truth?
im loving this,
every moment of it
because the presumptions are gone
where chains of burecracy and social expectations fall loose
and anarchy reigns
finally we can discover whom we really are
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