It's ***** it's impure I don't want it anymore
It was my life and I loved it
But now I'd rather eat my own
Words by refusing it from the loves of my life
My best friend, my fiancé and my soon to be
Gone girl she's a right off she's all over the place
And as much as it hurts I wish she would sit on my
Lap and kiss me and look in my direction
But the boys get in the way with wanting me to fix their
Desperate need for attention when all I want to do
Is be talked to and held but they just wanna *****.

A nuclear reaction to a knee **** assault
as stupid believes stupid
and now a pig dressed as an elephant
pretending to be a man
ru(i)ns the state of things
and I know a puppet is just a puppet
but the new prescription of immoral narcissism
is asking us to take a double douse
and swallow it with the water
they have poisoned by letting the aristoCrATS
**** and **** in the stream
as they make more false promises
of what it is they will let trickle down
to **** our children’s ills
and then insist they have to die
in the never ending war of wars
to protect the lie they call freedom
and isn’t it just the best to be the best
at being the best even when we aren’t
but lets not the facts be the facts
and look to an alternative truth
to cover up the stockpile of lies
we need to keep the money
in the hands that have too much
but have nothing to give back
because the way it is is the way it is
and that is never going to change
when a million voices are drowned out
by the billion lifeless faces
printed on the currency of greed
and the clock is tick tick tock’ing
as the bomb is about to blow
and we might be at the bottom
but things are still heading for an all time low
as humanity is barely human
and there is so little kindness left
to what we refer to as mankind
and what have we left to give
as we try to stand our ground
with broken backs and worn out fingers
as they strip and strip our flesh and rights away
and winter has just took its first breath
but with just the push of a button
winter could buckle down
and stay for years and dead generations to never come
and hope will have to bloom
after we have gone a step too far
on a day too late
and we will have to stand
six feet underground while lying in our graves

What is this broken thing inside our chest
this thing we once called love
what weary hand did try to stitch
what eye did try see
what was beautiful

  inside of you
   inside of me

what is this thing that feels like death
that once felt like a dream
the stars that danced
inside the colors of your eyes
the blood and lust
that feed and devoured me
that storm and sea
that bridged the emptiness
between you and me

what is it that we lost
that we both once held so dear
did something die inside of me
and then in turn die inside of you
what is that we lost
that broke the love along the way
to dreams forever and now never true

and if the love was broken
then why does this broken thing
inside my chest
still love and dream of you

Conceal don’t feel, Don’t let it show
Conceal those scars on your wrist
Don’t let them show for if they show
They will scare people away from you
They would run like you where the monster eating their Childrens souls
Conceal don’t feel, Don’t let it show