SILENT !!!!
I'll step up to the heavy weight. Get downed, like a pint on St' patties day. My mouth is holding the missing piece to your face.
I Get back up just like yesterday. Maybe today's the day I'll get away. Regardless alone ill stay. Thank god for family, all the other I love you's, were lies to me. My presence reveals this imagery. Flash floods have changed my faces topography. Another sickening glimpse of reality.
Now I apologies for the delay, In a black and white world,I still stray to gray. Knees confront this earth as I pray, and watch the less than adequate display.
I don't know a thing about parenting. But heres one thing that I can guarantee.
Your addiction to the adoption of failed philosophy. And your conviction to make changes to the monotony, when in reality it disassembles equality. Then Instills a relentless sickness, with the quickness and slickness to increase those statistics.
Making this process impossible with your warp-able inaugural. Interference has been called on you. Now I'm gonna run the interview. Because I feel, truth is long overdue. This line in the sand that was drawn for you, theres a strip mall there now, you gotta move. Option for punishment has been removed. Good work new age, now they control you.
While you sit back and diss old school tactics. Forecast says rain, as your practice becomes the catalyst. Times are changing with a rapidness. "Will someone fucking control that kid !" oh my bad you already did. I forgot, in your world definitions change, watch the words exchange, and then get rearranged. More like morphed and distorted, time has reported. In an attempt to push forward, its all been recorded. Obviously we cant afford it. But you're only opinion, comes from reporters.
Your media driven daze, plays a huge role in our decay. I won't just sit there, when fingers are pointed at me. I can clearly see the mistakes that I make, but the difference between us you see, I take responsibility. Own that shit and carry it, with hopes of the possibility. That Someday I'll be free of it. Then you can escape your own irresponsibility.
"Attention all spartan spectators, this your gonna wanna see"
Lost in a world of so called leaders and followers. A crumbling structure filled with dope fiends and squatters. To be honest its nothing but a costume contest. I refuse to become them so I'll keep wondering, I guess. A sense of security is, uninhabitable at best Thanks to the color chart, I can keep blending, into all sides of this life, even the pretending.
The act is no more than a habitual ritual, the natural progression of a troubled individual. Stuck somewhere in between the victims and the criminals. Still I stay true to a strict set of principles. Ignoring all the politics, deaf to the rabble, and ridiculousnes.
Your sub-priciples, have turned to abuse, and play no role in the life I choose. I keep myself defined by the right of truth. It brings pain thats fucking biblical. Produces beauty, thats unimaginable. Path of most resistance, not approved by the likes of you. Keep riding lies looking for that fountain of, fix the outside, is what you teach the youth.
Kids left with no one to look up to, violently being pushed threw by society as there morals dilute. To fast to grasp the tools they need to use. Promoting this facade, as happiness, is child abuse.
What the fuck is wrong with you? And theres still ones that cant believe i'm true, holding a birds eye view to what we do. And I'm the one that's confused?
Tattooed body, default being public view, and I have projection scars, that play the whole thing through. My mind's that land, that no one books a trip to.
Lost denial's luxuries many many years ago. Now life's viewed as an x rated video. Im talking snuf film, atrocities, shit no one should ever know. 1080p with an apocalyptic audio, capable of increasing your days cardio.
Now we may not have met yet, but i can be that, you can feel it. Making thighs wet. Or producing sweat, from the hatred. Honesty, keeps you waiting on my next line, contemplating, "What's the content?" With every word i write, you can feel the pressure augment.
The day I become your sentinel rest assured ill do more than protect. Hopefully you'll never have to see, what id do to levee your protection.
Strengthen our connection, as we pull up to an intersection.
Now left to you, as to what direction. Cause this relationship is pressing me.
I'm capable of spreading like the cure, or the infection. Time to roll your sleeves up I'm here for your injection. Don't bother fighting, it was created from affection. The apathy inside me has perfected this collection. Electing me, to be the one, closed down for inspection. To all the ones that feel alone, relax, release your tension. Theres enough of us in this trap, to have a world wide intervention.
Maybe when we get there, we'll be embraced by their good intentions.
Objection overruled by the wicked ones attending. They need to look around a bit there numbers are a dwindling. The formulation of a plot right now, could prevent and awful ending.
Lets all get our fucking heads together so we can begin transcending.