Mr. Engima thought he was a mystery
all shrouded in the ambiguous and moving in secrecy
it's so cool to be a shadow, it makes him unique you see
but in reality he's all open and laid out before me.
It's alluring being so complexxx
motivations all tangled and always acting like a wreck
what would you do when you realize we all suspect?
when you realize that you're not so incomprehensible after all.
In fact you're more predictable:
you're chaotic and you're cynical
doesn't take a genius to figure out what you'll do next
Mr. Engima is all diagrammed and mapped
we're bored, we're not perplexed.
It's a matter of your arrogance
that you claim to live by pure logic and adrenaline
our patience eventually wears thin
here's a boy pretending to be a man
or worse- a man pretending to be a god
you've got the answers, secrets of the universe
with the qualifier "but I'm not sure"
You thought you were honest, too.
I found more truth in rocks and sticks
than in the pretty words you picked
SUCH the poet
SUCH the philosopher
and truly, such a dick.
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last one for ya.
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