The Database

I realize shit and write it down to be forgotten
Building a database to reference my life off of
Source is exquisite
Call that personal experience
Tough to come by these days
All living delirious

Stick to the script
Or just another conspiracy theorist
Planned opposition in a world of discretion

Is our purpose really that special?

Ease our minds with the bread and butter
Circus and mimes
Got you feeling complacent
You know just fine

You tell yourself you're happy
Within the designated line
Check it out, you're successful
Model citizen
You'll conform just in time

But that don't sit right with me
Got an urge to share how I see my surroundings
Call it emotionally blind
Or maybe extremely in tune
Maybe I was seeing the right hue
Maybe y'all were just a little off cue