It's a blessing being lazy
cause sometimes it can make you go ******* crazy;
My world is spinning all about me
I don't care enough, no matter how ******.
It'll always be that way, anyway, so why bother making time to rhyme
Thinking it's ******* sublime
Man, what am I doing with myself anyway?

It seems we’re the only people lett in this world,
Everyone else left their life to unfurl.
They walk around no better than zombies,
caught up in the so-called “real world”.
They can’t even go diving with their *******
deep in some broad named Millie
from late high school;
But that was when rockabilly was actually a thing.
Now, us young people have a choice,
we can be the same or use our voice,
to speak up when nobody else will,
to rejoice
in the opportunities we have now.

Will you die like the rest?

The revolution will be televised,
people flooding the streets, the skies.
All who oppose will be demised,
critisized,
antagonized.
Those who carry on will be prized.
And so the cycle continues, generation after generation.
It’s hard to tell what mutation will come to fruition,
but the fact of the matter is that it’ll be just as superficial as the last.
Nobody wants to be different, do they?

Every time I look into this site,
it’s like a piece of my soul stares back.
Right now it’s all just so black.
But seeing that, it gives me hope
that someday I’ll learn to cope
or maybe, just break free altogether
and fall lighter than a feather.
But for now, I stay here
trying to become the next Shakespeare.
I doubt if I’ll make it
but i know the trip will be worth it.

When someone does something to you,
leaves you hanging onto an emotional ledge,
some can’t help but say adieu,
forgo their old friendly pledge.
And when they come crawling out,
Call on you for help,
tell me, is it a crime to keep them falling
if they refused your whelp?
And you can go call me an *******,
cause, honestly, you’re right.
But when you’re not in control
Don’t come crying when they fly like a kite.

You don’t know me.
I don’t know you.
We’ll never know eachother.
But at least we can take solace in sharing thoughts and feelings
Through text on a digital screen,
Swapping stories, ideas, emotions.
You don’t know me.
I don’t know you.
And that’s the way I like it.
I’m alone, here together with you.

Come now, let’s go
If not today then tommorow
Lest we say here in solemn sorrow.

Come on, then, let’s go.
Forget the churches, forget the schools
We live and love according to our own rule.

If it means the death of us,
then we’ll go out without a fuss.
Because to live solitarily
In comparison to tyranny
Is worth every cent of currency.