themidnightcafe☂ and then they woke up and realized the entire century was a template and breeding ground for fakers. they poured out whatever they were drinking. they sat around on roman couches and siberian rugs, rubbing their eyelids, smoking pixie sticks and never feeling the same.

“You’re dreams are sweet and obsessed and your overworked
You’re overtaken by visions of being overlooked
How disappointed would D.(ead) I.(dealistic) D.(esperate) I.(nventor) P.(ioneer) P.(hilosophers)
Be to see such power in our hands all wasted on greed
Am I a prisoner to instincts? Or do my thoughts just live
As free and detached as boats to the dock?
Just like when music was born and detached from your heart
Is your free time to free minds or for falling apart?
Night after night you turn out the light
You don’t fall asleep right away
“Are we… are we done?”