You like to stand on the other side. Point and laugh so self-satisfied. Lines drawn so plain and clear to you. So plain and clear they distort your view.
This place feels like a catalog.. I wonder if your close-ups taken too long.. Would you like a snapshot for your mother, boy?. I don't care.. I don't want to know..
WE ARE THE FORCE TO BRING ANOTHER DAY. WE ARE THE ORDER IN THE DISARRAY. WE ARE FORGIVENESS AND WE ARE LOVE. WE ARE THE SWORD AND WE ARE THE DOVE. . AND IF THIS THING STOPS BREATHING.
A vague expression and a silent motive. To take this shithole by the fucking throat. And then it's on our hands. And that's how the new world began. A passing phrase of quiet indignation.
I LAUGHED AT WHAT WAS SAID, I BEEN MISLED, CONFUSING MY ENEMIES. BLIND TRUST IN WHAT WAS PUT IN FRONT OF ME. YOU LAUGHED AS WELL, IN ON THE JOKE ALL POKERFACED.
Not so jumpy now, downtown. No talk of concerns or fear. We'll just hand over all our tax money. Then bitch about nothing but the price of cable and beer..
It as simple as fear. As disturbing as hate. It's as fragile as humility. It's the way that we deal with what we truly feel about everything we see. Rally round a cage, or act your age.
WEIGHTED ALL THE EVIDENCE AND PASSED IT ON. TURNED AROUND AND LEFT IT SIGHT UNSEEN. THERE WAS NO CHANCE, THE CHAINS HELD WAY TO STRONG. TO FREE THE RESTRICTIONS OF YOUR OWN BELIEFS.
"know your place". It's like a voice. that wont't go away. like vices we hold to tradition. like children not allowed across the street. starving for some recognition.
I ASKED WHY I WAS THERE AND MY ANSWER CAME IN TWO. YOU ARE A VICTIM OF A PREDATOR AND THIS TIME HEL GET HIS DUE. THE PRESSURE IT SWELLED IN MY BRAIN THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO.
Spend a day trying to sum it up with one quotation. Spend a lifetime as a model of the phrase. Modern man automated to withhold our thoughts with hesitation.
YEAH, THEY GOT IT PRETTY GOOD. FIND AN ANGLE AND ATTACK, MAN, MAGE IS EVERYTHING?. MAKE M BUY IT LIKE THEY SHOULD. SPEND SOME MONEY ON A WHIM JUST LIKE LITTLE GOOD AMERICANS.
SO TIRED OF LOOKING AT THE FRONT PAGE,. WATCHING ACTORS ON THE NEWS.. AND I CAN STAND THIS ANYMORE, THIS CULTURE BECOME DEFORMED.. JUST LIKE A CHILD WITH A TOOTHACHE.
Is it right, left, right. I forgot how it goes again. There goes my head again. Drowing all its discipline. I could stand and stare you down. If I got off the ground.
IN EVERY SINGLE WAY THIS CULTURE REEKS LIKE SHIT. FORCE FED ENOUGH EVERY DAY, ENOUGH TO CHOKE ON IT. YOU KNOW YOU'VE GOT NO VOICE AND EVERY TIME YOU'LL LOSE.
Watch the could form outside my window. I light another as the city goes grey. Face the whirlwind with a polite smile. Resist the motion of self righteous crusades.
HIGH AND DRY YOU'VE GOT A HOLD OF THE FUCKING TRUTH. YOU'VE GOT NOTHING BUT A BLANK HAND DON'T YOU. IN THE END IT'S JUST A TIRED EXPLANATION AND. I CAN'T SIT STILL FOR THE DURATION.
SO YOU LIKE TO SING LIKE YOU KNOW EVERYTHING. WELL IL HAVE YOU KNOW I THINK YOU FUCKING DON. STANDING UP ON STAGE ACTING CRAZY AND HARD. WHILE WE ALL SAW YOU ARRIVING HAPPY IN YOUR MOTHERS CAR.
THE BUS DRIVERS ARE ON STRIKE. HE HAD TO RIDE HIS BIKE AGAIN. I'M SORRY YOU'RE PISSED ABOUT THIS. HE'S JUST A CAMPUS COMMUNIST. YOU SEE SOMETIMES LIFE'S NOT CONVENIENT.
I was just kid when I gound out how cruel the world could be. Faded pictures from forgotten times of endless misery. I lit a candle but i could not know why.