The Dali Thundering Concept - The Myth of Happiness

So fucking late
I am so fucking late

So many things to see
Reality is softer through an lcd screen
Rigged Esthetics and fucking capitalistic dreams
All seem in my reach

Damn I should be flying, floating amongst the stars
My wings are spread and flapping but it’s just too hard
Sun is far, why is the wax already melting, drooling down ?
Lost in this maze, I gaze up to the Milky Way
My ego goes up and down twerking on this symphony
I'm a bird, I'm a plane, I'm a god, now I'm sucked back to mediocrity
How can I be so weak? I'm a piece of art
Sadness has no price for everything else there’s MasterCard

But it's all possible; all accessible
I won't be another sad clown in this circus
But it's all possible, so fucking buyable
Sculpted in silicone anyone can stand on Mount Olympus
In Walmart I trust

It’s just a race for the newest grail
I'll put my lips to each cup, to every vase
I'll pull out the blade
Holy syrup running through my veins
Modern slaves have no fucking chains, I’m in debt

Damn I’m so hollow just call me a shrink
I’m a blank note in desperate need of ink
I’m a wooden doll lacking a spell
A church that’s lost its fucking bell
Possessions for an empty shell
Give me a fate, set me on fire, make me a flame
Let me enlighten the worthless and plain
It's a lifelong quest

But in the end it all fake, lost in bullshit, I pretend and feign