Fuck your speeches to me of sacrifice, or anything I believed in, (of inspiration) end of fucking change. Your two hour rants on who we all should blame. Deaf to this world, and dead in my eyes, I watch as another toy soldier dies. Fuck your revolution.
And if you didn't hear me, we'll scre

don't tell me you didn't see it coming don't tell me you didn't want to go home empty handed..you fucked up. threaten me again with your secrets you fucking idiot...everyone knows...no one cares your blue ribbon stories mean shit to these people they're just waiting for one fuck up anyway one fu

You've had your chance, and you wonder how you fucked it up so bad.
Years of smoke-screens and you have the nerve to ask why the children are the way they are. It's because they haven't seen shit.
Now it's our turn, and they'll be shown the world they really live in, the one that none

Not one word from that shit stained mouth of yours and I can tell we're not joking anymore, because all the smiles have turned to staright lines. I'm sorry, sir....
but I can't be like you all for a fucking paycheck thats gone before it's cashed. The lives we lead? The lives we share? All a

I wrote some words the other day, and they all came out like the kids I fucking hate.
I came to burn any tried and true bridge you build in front of me. This is what I do, it's what i've always done.
Maybe it's just me? Maybe you're fucking right. These friendships don't mean anything.

it's so easy to say things are going so fast when you're the fucking catalyst.
so the truth seems to come out so much more now and the words seem to mean so much more now from me and what are you gonna do?
tomorrow's never a promise yet you act as if the next calendar day is etched in

This is cancer, right? whe you walk into those empty rooms and hope someone follows you in just to take notes.
You can only check in so many times with an artificial smile.
And you want to believe that you're here for yourself, but you know better than that.
You want to believe that

I've come to realize there will be 9 to 5s for the rest of our lives, and that you'd expect us to believe it doesn't get any better than this.
Well, it does.
Maybe not for the ones in the warehouses and the cubicles who gave up, but for the ones who can look at you and tell you're no b

It's a story with every breath, and every bookend is choking to death.
This is the age of the sick and the dying, the age of the buried and burning.
And we sat and wited in silencce as the words got louder and louder.
You brought this on yourself. With blindfold and gags, this gam

...And we're feeding the trigger happy with fucking bullets galore... and then we wait. And when the shots get fired, we decide to point the finger.
Lay the blame. Close the door.
Call it a day. It's not about whats been said, it's about what's been done. These stories will never hold

Why? because you looked at me wrong, and that's all it takes in these days that last way too long.
I've been waiting for that day, that day unlike all the rest. You. You.
make it all so simple..
a wink, a smile and you're gone. This shield you have built won't hold up too much lon

Fucking nowhere. That's where this gets you.
And if you don't believe me child then go and test it.
Go and fucking try it.
And once you're back at home, make sure you give me that call. I want to hear how many times you scream, Farewell inspiration. Goodnight fucking life's blood.

I choose my words carefully.
Children cry easier these days. Heave yet another casualty out the door.

Caring makes for sore arms, maybe a lack of merit, a title I rarely employ, but it's gentlemen and scholars that make this world turn just like clockwork.
Whilst the damage is d

Is there something you need to tell me? Otherwise stay silent, like you have for all these years, because I don't need you or your smiles.
I've done just fine without the thoughts Is there something you need to explain to me? It all doesn't fit, you see?
I don't need you, just your ans

Everything is not fine. And I'll be damned if I walk that flatline, like all the kids that slit their wrists and try to balance on this tightrope.
As fiction turns to fact, more smiles are pushed face down in the dirt...
and new tales of heroism are taught to virgin ears as soon as the

Sheilding my face with my very means of survival.
The very weapons abused, left to rot through to the bone,
Just one foot from equaling the six below.
Deaf / defeated, where peace of mind tightens it's grip among a smoldering variable.
Hell. Vomiting. A few personal unnamed c

These words don't mean shit.
They never do.
You're all bullshit artists looking for the catch phrase of the day.
So all the sheep come running with their mouths agape, and their fingers pointed high.
We're sick of the pretty ones with cocaine eyes and name-drop tounges sellin

I've got to get out of this place.
So cliche, but so true.
There's nothi9ng here for me, and there's never been, but it's taken me 22 years (now 25) to realize this.

You can't really live till you know what you're worth, and I want something bigger, better, anything but this pla

I think it's the last one for a while.... because even I can smell the repetition I've been shitting out. Done. I've had enough...(see?...repetition, repetition, repetition....)
so on and so forth.... and there's a suicide note with every song I've made it through, so don't tell me I'm leav

There's a zombification process going on, and it involves the man with the white collar telling you that when he's raping it's not really rape.
It's just a very bad mistake and the man above will forgive him, and spare him the burden of having to speak on the stand. And mothers and fathers