Soul-Seeking, truth-searcher probing for light
Tugging at the shadows to find the truth,
One will not discover what isn’t there,
Straining to see, imagining His face,
Strangely familiar yet hard to make out,
In that silhouette you find your dark self,
Self-loathing, pitiful and deserving,
What you seek is only a dark outline,
The masses follow your trademark whimper,
Recite in harmony your doomsday hymn,
A cloak to hide your insecurities,
You cry, we fear, and your bank account swells,
socialism, fascism, communism,
Nazism, McCarthyism, and Marxism,
Who’s your enemy for this weeks ratings?
It’s always been you, Beck. Can’t hide for long.
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