A sponge gets filled
A sponge will leak
External noise, turned off
In silence we think
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Not repeat, but drain
Examine
The Brain
Striated Membrane
Wired Connections
Can drive one insane
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Turn of the TV
Remove the small screens
Digest your infeed
Process your outfeed
Are they your beliefs
Or others' on repeat
If their congruence skips beats
False kings in throne seats
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Life gets so complicated
Too easy to just hate it
If you're always infuriated
Maybe cause your brain's been marinated
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Bathed in neurochemicals
Your Pathways, Your Signals
If your thoughts are dismal
You evaporate, like ethanol
Your neurons, get burnt all
And were afraid of living just too small
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Your content's on autofeed
Your brain is on autoread
Your wires are now autolinked
No process, just autothink
Override that instinct
Actions made distinct
Change your mind in one blink
Be clear and succinct
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Your destiny is what you make
You choose your own fate
You get to start on any date
For freedom we celebrate
Your future you create
What you feed your brain, You marinate
(you marinate)
(you marinate)
(you marinate)
About the Creator
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