Out of my embrace. Lipstick on a stranger's face. Do you take him to the cliffs. To watch the sun go down. Now he's sitting on your bed. What's going through his head.
Because trash like you will never have. The means with which to live. In any modicum of luxury. Or vague derivative. Of comfort don stray beyond your class.
My war you're one of them. You say that you're my friend. But you're one of them. . You don't want to see me live. You don't want me to give. 'cause you're one of them.
how ready are you. to die for an ideal. what's the connection,. between a lie and what is real. Mother Superior. . I've got an angel on my back. I'm one of the righteous.
Here I am drunk at 3 AM. Got my second bottle down. I got 12 to 15 pages. of my desperation. Cold I feel so poor and old. And I'm maddened for your flesh.
can he make friends. of the most bitter enemies. i'll believe it when i see it's what i say. . can he assuage. our moral discontentment. i'll believe it on that unlikely day.
I spilled a drop of blood and drenched my soul. I pulled my skin through the wire. Spat out the broken prose. And when the curtain close. I'll be behind you with a knife at your back.
i used to be like her we were one and the same. i used to hold her i used to know her name. out on the water i feel her once again. i used to be like her i used to call her friend.
Ie been put down been pushed around. But they won break me I still believe. Been cast aside stood up for ridicule. But I still here I feel the same. This one for those whol never understand.
So many things I've never said. All those regrets and broken promises. Would it have mattered if I had. Told you everything. I felt admitted I was scared of losing.
I met him at the candy store. Turned around and smiled at me. Get the picture that's when I fell for. Leader of the pack. . My folks are always putting me down.
Do you believe?. We can make a change. Will you believe tomorrow?. Or will it slip away?. . Black and white. We're all the fucking same. Demographics.
I can feel my bones decay. I haven't got a thing to say. I never thought I could end up this way. maybe I should have known. but now my cover's blown.
Friday night she's not alone. I wonder who's going to drive her home. And walk her to the door. And will she give him a good night kiss. Monday at schoot she says hello.
Try to turn away. From the spectacle of living everyday. The fear you cultivate. The jingoist hysteria. The lust for blood for god and state. . Indoctrinate the children with your vitriol and lies.
I can't pull in all the stops. But it rained on all of this. With the sirens in my sleep. And her sorrow at my kiss. . I can't turn away. Hold the half turn when you pray.