Never have I felt so devastated as how one person,
a man,
can treat someone,
a woman,
so violently;
in words,
by intended isolation,
by the very desecration of her womanhood,
by mirth of her infallibility,
by the devastation of her entire embodiment of life,
to be his 'perfect',
to be 'his'.
It is pretty clear that when 'NO' is screamed, from my lips,
it falls on deaf ears,
blind eyes can't see the fear in my face,
hard calloused hands can't feel my sensitive skin tremble and bruise.
What man cannot have,
the man will take what he wants anyway.
The Ego is a terrible, horrific, devastating manifestation of self, onto another.

I don't support this war,
but I don't have the key to this
government's door.
Even if I did they'd throw my opinions
to the Congress' janitor's floor
because the fruits of their heart
are rotten
right down to the core.

Do we even know anymore what we're fighting for?

And sometimes...
I feel like I can't speak,
can't say what I think.
The country I loved
is choking me.

On this war is spent billions and what for?
They could be,
should be
doing something
                  something more
Maybe, just maybe, feeding the poor?
Creating health insurance middle class and below can afford?

Our politicians are prostitutes, they're tainting our youth.

The unemployment line
keeps growing in size.
The cookie is crumbling,
This Nation's economy.

We need a Revolution.
Find the solution.
So LOOK
my generation and SEE
the bigger picture,
what's going on out there
and start to care.

Recycle you paper.
Refresh your beliefs.
Take my hand
and make a Stand with me.

Mr. Moronic,
you know who you are.
You don't speak for me.
Only wealthy companies.

And your most elite supporters
I want to know
is it for ***** money?
or something worse?

We are suppose to be your people.
You treat us like neglected pets.
What will come next?

You won't take way my choice.
You won't take away my voice.
So go ahead, burn me like the town witch.
Beacuse I won't conform.
Because I'm different.

USA!
Land of the Free!
Dig and you'll see.
You're in bad company.
And those freedoms you treasure
are being taken away
a little more
                        every
                            ­ day

Congress men and women bought
                      left and right
Will you be next?
Put up a fight.
We eat their half-truths
and puke up the ruse.

Government closes your eyes
by telling you pretty little lies.
But is it worth being blind?
Keep covering your ears
and you have nothing to fear.
But, eventually the Truth
will make you HEAR.

I think you cryptic, think you wise.
Perhaps in that is our demise.
A sophomore in the bloom of youth
to you I speak, with words uncouth.
Apologize f'r my deplorable acts:
my unkind gestures, my lack of tact.
Intentions mean well, I want nothing but good
Show me atonement, and I'll do as I should.
Dear acquaintance, not friend nor foe,
I'd like to continue, I hope you don't go.

In my travels i have met those
                                          Who tell me
                                                         They have lived their life without regret
******* and Lies

So i told them to take
                                    Their old cellphone
                                                    Their high school yearbook
                                                                                  And a family picture album
And sit at their colleges cafeteria dinner table from
                                                                             The beginning of dinner
                                                                             To the end
on the last day of finals
when everyone is teary eyed
                                       Saying their farewells

So they did and they came to me after
                                                         And said that they regret nothing
and i told told them
                               in the time that you sat there
within your arms reach
                              were the faces of thousands of people
that you could have gotten to know
                              
but never did

It played out in front of us
Like the whole movie in one scene.
Even if it starts out good,
an ending was the worst of my dreams.
I lost my best friend.
Or did he lose me?
My heads still too blurred to see it all clearly.

Why ask how I feel about you if you feel nothing back?
It's like you were waiting for the perfect time,
and when I'd get vulnerable, you'd attack.

When you're the one with all the tricks up your sleeves
Playing it out, you straight lie and decieve.
But how could I get schooled when i know how you play?
Different opponents, all in the same game,
All against you.
And I know how you cheat.
I knew all your moves,
I swore I had you beat.

Then you give me that look with those eyes, making me laugh.
Is that what I meant when I wanted to get you back?
It happened so fast but I replay it slow.
Going over every detail of all I used to know.
Flashback to all the times you've led me on,
but what did you think was going to happen?
You sang me the perfect song.

It used to be vibrant and beautiful.
But we painted it gray.
Putting up walls, and closing the shades.
We were selfish, and misunderstood.
but we were best friends, no matter what you claim.

Because even when we both hit rock bottom,
we hit it hard in the worst of the weather.
And kept it balanced with the highs of being together.
That was our light. And our dark. And everything in-between.
Being together. Best friends. Him and I.
Like the whole movie in one scene.

I see why they laugh
and talk behind my back,
yet instead of telling
me the truth they hide them
with little lies but I can see what they
hide from me I see why they say "
you need help"
your crazy in the head" and
"why must you act like that?"
even my own mother says
"sometimes I just want to hit you so bad"
they make me a lone wolf away from the pack.
But you know what I don't care
I may only be able to
hide my tears for oh so long
soon they will show
hot tears running down my face.
I see my relection I hate it
shows me why the people talk
I see why they talk
I see why they laugh they don't know what I
have been through and what I have seen
they only know the outer side of me...

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.

Small confession to make
Mama said, when I was born
She saw that I was a little sinner
I raised hell like the devil does
Everybody thought It was a bad thing
I dared not to think about that

(chorus)

Look father, I'm a grinder, a grinder
I grind it all out, all out
When I'm at all time low, low
I can't let things get to me now, oh now
Oh no, you know I'm a sinner, a sinner
Mama said it was true, was true
So this is why I came to you, to you...

I'm a rebel without a cause
If so, let that be the case
Let me show you the ways
It wasn't always like this you know?


Another confession to make
Mama said, when I got older
She saw that I was a smooth grinner
I got that little smirk like Elvis does
Everybody thought it was a good thing
I kept thinking about that

(chorus)

I'm a lover with a cause
If so, let that be the case
Let me show you the ways
It was always like this ya know?

Last confession to make
Mama said, When I was born
She saw that I was a little killer
I did malicious things nobody does
Everybody thought it was a scary thing
I can't stop thinking about that

(chorus)

I'm a killer with a cause
If so, let that be the case
Let me show you the ways
It was never like this ya know?