Sickened Sucrose

Those many sit 'round

jumpin' for an opportunity

they pray on the moments of travesty


a character smudge

a false glimmer

hoping to be a critic

and release owned impersona.. wanna. respected.

You Own Me

or at least you think you do

being the best is what it is..

being better than ever

and any who wonder

a stray

=== are dead to you?

pompous fucker

You think You Own Me.

At least I walk out of a broken mold, special design, flavor

- ill words is weakened power.

I may strum a strange beat... with a foreign guitar and freakin' sick vibes unwind from these dainty finger lips.

I untie the uni-verses secrets from a shimmer in my eye... You think you are able to try..

And match my pride..

Forget it, cuz its only a lie.. my pride isnt alive, nor a bounty..

Truth be told, a soul is free, a soul is will, a will is faith,

and faith is all I have to say.