Yeah. Truth and justice. And I can't wait for we have to know the truth. And what they say is justice. What we see. All lies, it's justice, a bullet in your fucking face.
My inspiration note the sympathy. They've taken everything you want and they left you all alone. My setting sun, self appointed,. I am a fraud. You are the martyr.
In This faltering nation. the future belongs. to the children in school. There's something wrong. 6th grader on crack. Hangun overflowing in his hands.
Bitter exit it must feel better Holding that grudge. It's a feeling so familiar Not unlike love. Unrequited she's scarred in hatred. Yesterday's moving Yesterday's moving.
As you expect here as the keys. So come and go as you please. Wath's mine seems to be yours. Welcome to my drawers. Today I heard them say a funny thing.
Here's a song to all my friends. I know they'd like. I remember every drunken night at the old dive. Driving the ol'wreck. Trying to make it home somehow.
How does it start?. When does it end?. Blood and love graces everyone. You only want to touch it once. He didn't give it up. She wasn't long enough. They didn't save your falling smile.
Def, watching cars. and focusing on one 'till it's gone. Heroes die off everyday. Like father who would never stay. The kids are all wrong. The kids are all wrong.
In a chalk dotted line. Draw a kid, left behind. Severed limbs in harmony. Strumming from a few good deeds. . Carry it to survive. To a bed half alive.
One more time, falling on new ground. bracing a chase lounge, i'm a member. this one truth, i can be discrete. words that escape me, i remember. . clarity watching eyes, i can't see i can't read.
i begin to hear you you're the poster job. give them all a fading smile entertain. an ocean you can't go outside failure. is around the corner as you watched.
Can't you see. we the people can make the choices. You and I must raise our voices. To build a future where we belong. Revoke oppression and right and wrong.
Sunday night's a perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn. And I'm drunk and at the helm before too long. And Chris will gladly ride shotgun navigating seems like fun.
Friday night's the perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn. And Dave is drunk and at the helm before too long. And Chris will gladly ride shotgun, 'cause navigating seems like fun.
Hey chief, how's the status puddle?. Is it hard to hold your bad breath?. How's the picture-perfect likeness?. Nice frame for the way you see yourself..
I hate my friends, I hate my friends. I hate my, I hate my. I hate my, I hate my. I hate my friends, I hate my friends. . Two in the morning here I am turning blue.
Hi it's, me i'm bored again, all is well i'm not insane. I've been drunk for seven days, everything is fine. I made some friends, broke the ice, then i ate some bread and cheese.
I've been living for years in question some obsession. was i less to live without answers as a life cried. wolf i'm ashamed to mention my anguish but silence.
We used to watch them fall and we saw them. distraught but the attention that they got it. surrounds them for years we watched them enslaved. and we could only laugh what a loser what a shame.
As you sat on the bed. Moments from your end. Inconceivable dread. Inches from your head. I can't bear to imagine you. In that horror scene. One too sad to be.