Brotherhood from Childhood/Brotherhood by Okkoto

Before you put me in the ground
Your going to sit and listen to what I have to say

Now you don't have to necessarily agree with it
And you don't have to necessarily believe in it
But this is going to have been the greatest thing me and my friends have ever done
Collectively, Individually over the span of our small existence
And if you think for one moment we are going to pass that up
Then my brother, my sister, you have never truly felt the ecstasy held within the passion of living

Now I'm not about to apologize for it
But I'm not going to wake up every morning a subject to your never ending rat race
Forever chasing after illusions, delusional ideals of happiness and pleasure
Running and running until we're tired, dying, dead

You owe it to yourself and to anyone who's ever loved you to be exactly what you want to be
Be exactly what you want to be because when you are strapped to your deathbed
Whether it's lying mangled, melting between the steel pages of your favorite automobile
Or lying comfortably, or at least as comfortable as I imagine one can be in such an instance
Your family and friends coaching you through your final few moments
I want to be able to look back at every waking moment of my being and be able to say I did exactly what I wanted to do
Do exactly what you want to do because in that final moment of nervous, gut-wrenching anxiety I can swear to you nothing else will matter
Was it time well spent?

Well I know I'm not going to fade out another sad, sad soul
Another slave to this system, this natural order that we are raised to believe is right
And I'm not about to apologize for that
This rat's not going to limit itself to your maze
Inside these poorly crafted walls we build so tall
When will we reach the end? Who knows!
What's going to be waiting for us when we get there? Well I couldn't tell you that either
And don't you ever be sure you've got it all figured out
Don't

Question yourself
Question everything around you
This world we live in is dead if not dying, how can you stomach that?
How can you sit by as everything you've ever loved is slowly killed right in front of you?
It's disgusting
It's disgusting how we make ourselves comfortable inside these walls
Comfortable with who we are, comfortable with where we're at, comfortable to die
To afraid to think outside these walls, to think of what may lie beyond

Somewhere along the way we lost ourselves
Somewhere along the way we lost our passion, we lost our originality, our creativity
Forever chasing after illusions, delusional ideals of happiness and pleasure
Running and running until we're tired. Dying. Dead.

We are all dead

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