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I'll repel my thoughts with a magnet, I'll get a double sided, stay positive, you get? I'll keep my feelings confided. Does it really matter, If I die at all in the end? Am I just a speck of dust A spoon that isn't there ready to bend. I moved a grain of sand I must be important I believe in no God Kill my self pride, I just can't. Even though my face is painted roles do not define me But a steady entrapeneur I need a role to say I am me. I need a number to tell me who I am I need a family to instruct what I must be. I grip my hair out, frustration fueling my grasp Intelligence is just a lie, I'm understanding all too fast. The propaganda of the idiocy fills me to a brim Am I really important at all I feel my thoughts going dim. So I buy a magnet a double sided repellent I set my feelings to thirty-two below, I feel the ice of my heart begin to go. The magnetic pull begins to slow I know the feelings start to go I urge them on They're like candles that I have to blow out of my mind out of my soul blow out like candles the magnets of propaganda The aches of my soul.