Evolution is tradition, circulation of the gene-well,
But its changes are evident. Oh, ‘tis a subtle rebel!
Now we don’t have time for such subtle changes
So why wait, why waste your life away? Act now! Unleash hell
Hah! What the fuck do you take me for?
You think I’m your perfect son?
I live your life, conform, yet you want more..
A dragon lies hoarded within me, yet you think you’ve won.
Oh you poor fool, you!
You think age brings wisdom, and since I’m just a kid
You think I live by your values, value your principles!
You think my conscience can be brainwashed so that I feel your scruples…
You want me to be you… You think I’m that stupid?
The sands of time have uncovered me
Winds of change continue to weather me
Life’s experiences tint, bleach and layer me
I was forged not woven; you will not, can-not smother me
Instead, look within yourself; find what’s left that’s true!
Your self-righteous lies make a hypocrite of you.
Try to bribe your way to salvation? Oh, you make me sick.
Fuck convention. Be true to you. Be the heretic.
Send me to church, pray misbelief into me,
Put me in school, educate the intelligence out of me,
Conform me with society, peer pressurize me,
Suck my essence from me, come victimize me!
Condemn me. Not for being different,
But because my views counter your beliefs…
Beat me into the bandwagon. Civilize me.
Force me to enjoy it. Ignore or never know my grief
This civilization has primalized us to non-integrity
Everyday, we corrupt ourselves; every time, we die a little bit.
Preserve life! Kill the killer! Exterminate your toxicity!
Or be not a part of it, be untainted. Be the hermit.
They say,
“Blessed is he who sees not and yet believes”
But ‘tis for illiterate conformists that we must grieve!
Blind faith breeds ignorance, deprived of reprieve…
Hence beliefs must be questioned. Flawed logic must be cleaved.
So why must we be tested so? Our character reflected by mettle?
Why must my iota of insanity implode to my emotional bottle?
Ironic innit – sociality intends to impersonate intention,
Though how we remain ourselves is what judges our retention…
Look into my eyes to the soul within me
I am free
You’re never out of the box, pitiful potent patent of power,
You’re all they let you think you’ll be –
Pathetic. You make me sick.
Break your social shackles, be free. Be the hermetic.
During my rebellious teenage years and my metalhead phase, my only path to peace was solitude. Dedicated to non-conformists, it extols rising above worldly influence, and if necessary, isolating oneself from the vile and hypocrisy of unethical religious impositions. After all, the path to wisdom is one we must take alone… “Hermetic” is meant to be a subconscious or subtle contradiction. Once we combine two opposing (alternative) meanings into the same concept or principle, our mind begins to ‘de-conform’…
