Why do we ignore the poor
As they wash up on our shores
Children drown in the deep
While we sit comfy in our seats

The fireflies rain down
Tearing their homes to the ground

Still youre unable to comprehend
the love lost in the souls of men

Green God of America
Manufactured consent
Why should you care
If you can pay your rent

Tears marked the ****** of his masculinity

Feminity died with the mud on her jeans

You were the stars in my sky
Until you lied

We loved and we lost
When our baby died

I tried and tried
I couldn't look into your eyes

We fought and we lost
When our baby died

She was perfect but not for him.
She was perfect for the man who had felt love in his heart since birth
not the self destructive fiend wishing for an early burial bathed in earth

He lusted for glimmers of happiness taking what he could get and abandoning any hope of seeing more than what he believed he deserved

The ghosts cried on
One man one Bullet
So many reasons to live on
But none compelling enough
To dispel the ghosts from his head

She calls again from the deep memories in my head
Collapsed lungs, my breath getting caught in the pits of my chest

Fight they say, down some pills go for a hike
Yet the thought of you brings me to my knees im losing the fight

My brain has deserted clear thought sending signals to my fingers to reach for your heart

I'm lost in this land surrounded by sand
Every grain a memory ill never forget

The storms in my soul strike hard when your clouds come through

Still I hold that rod to the sky and wait for the lightning bolt to burn me alive

She doesn't come though she teases with clouds then leaves me to my clear blue skies

I'll never forget that night
When she left I saw the most beautiful northern lights

But now her storms calls me once again.

I don't wanna live anymore
I'll drive fast and turn hard
Play with fire in the dark
Spin knives between my fingers hoping I slip and slice open my wrist

She wants me to live though.
So I'll climb the tallest mountains for her
I'll do anything to secure happiness in those beautiful gold and green eyes anything to see her beautiful crooked smile
I'll do what it takes if only for her
I'll live

She ripped through his wall with so much gusto and colour he was breathless

Every minute with her had stars falling from the very eyes of the universe

The oppressor is not just the enslaver
The oppressor is the enslaved
They're the righteous majority that welcome chains
for consistency
Welcome the loss of privacy
for a false sense of safety
Welcome oppression
To support aggression against communities that don't understand why the loss of their lives is justified.

How do you justify the taking of any life?
How will you justify the taking of mine?

A dying man met a pixie
She pressed her glowing lips against
His and let out a breath of life into his pale shambled body

He held her close playing the song of her heart on the strings of her soul

They found new energy in eachother
And walked through the waves of trees to rejoin the forest together

His name was poverty
he's the symptomn of a system that bleeds greed

The rich exploit the young, the poor, so they may feast off the backs of children
Bodies of those lost to the system pile up underneath them

Never shedding a tear for those lost to the streets laying in cold dirt beds with grass sheets

I'm completely in love with her
Because she taught me what that means

I'm in love with who I used to be
Coming home from school carefree
Now I won't wake up without coffee
I cant get to work because now it's just me
No dog no girl no baby

I'm in love with the sweetie I've never met
Dark eyes looking at the world with curiosity
Growing up to dance or play sports or share a drink with me
Wine beer I wouldn't have cared
Instead I'm lost here in my own head

But I get it they all tell you it's better that way  A 20 something still in school still a fool unable to man up and take responsibility

But I've already planned the nursery
Light Blue walls a lazy boy and a crib carpeted incase they trip
I don't have that though
All I have are the thoughts in my head
A 20 something with a million regrets.

I want to be satisfied
I want to not feel like I need to die
I want this world to be a suprise
not this dreary  loopless rollercoaster ride

I want to be fine