Deceit

Ready for the fight of approval
 To be the doggy who's up to date
 Ready to act beyond reason
 Whoever may cast the rod, I will take the bait to feed my inner void
 These parts became my jail
 I don't remember the days beneath a sky
 Drowned in white noise all fragments are alike in their lack of true substance
 They are the inane means under their maker's thumb
 Any meaning is gone, devoured by a principle, bound to circumstance
 Every circumstance is unique
 Different situations need different solutionst
 Which contradict themselves
 The janus-faced maxime
 Designed to market commonalities of interest
 Among preferable beings without specific traits
 The economic concept can't replace an action ethics
 An arbitrary personhood is just contradictious
 I won't be someone to trust
 You embrace patterns, we frame the white noise
 I'm living in-between patterns of heteronomy
 So you always get the best of me, any self you may desire
 Living a lie, living like a better me, sans flaws
 You always get the best of me, you always get the best of my art