I hope death takes me before
The mindless chatter
The shallow water
The spinning chair
The scurrying trivial everything and battling insecure politics
Muted voices chiming out
Those pretending to believe in their dreamless lives
What is belief without a dream
What is life without the reassurance of death or at least
relief

I don't want to cry about my hair
when the tint bounces back from white to gold
I don't want to cheer at the birth
of another cruel institution

I hope death takes me before
The white flag of "what shade of white is my favorite white flag?"

There is a time when man-made is more beautiful than natural.

It fascinated me
        The sunny day, a bit chilled
        Buildings towered over me like silver chiefs
        A man in a grey hat and a business coat slivered past

What was it that made me look
        Over and under my head
        To try to find what wicked soul was pulling his string?
        I suppose there is a gun driving this handsome scene, like always.

Entering a room that seems so sincere
       To learn it was just planned;
       The better the food, the better the fantasy;
       Is it wrong for me to suspect that only the decaying walls can be real?

I feel like I'm giving in
To some kind of evil sin
I can't find the place I've been
I want this ****** boy to win

Jealousy is just another way
To say I love your way
I'd roll my eyes every day
If I just knew what's the pay
like

I'll admit I love metropolis
I'll admit I'm just a hoax
I look at the buildings like I look at the air
I know they're beautiful, It's fine and they're there
And that it's theirs
Basking in Chicago's rain, and in Chicago's wind
I have no home, as far as I'm concerned, but I hope I come back again

When you look at the ground and see a flower sprouting out of a crack in the concrete, you don't ask why the concrete formed on top of the ground
Which so clearly belonged as a home to the flower
You ask what that flower is doing sprouting out of that concrete

And the flower still sprouts no matter the place or the concrete

On cloudy days in cities sometimes you don't see the stars very clear
Only in the most polluted areas do you tend not to see them at all
You tend to say that there are no stars that night when you don't see them at all

But they are always there
No matter where you are, even when you see none
Even if they are hiding from a world who'd rather not see stars
They'll always be there

If people ask me if I've ever grown out of this stage
I hope that I respond that everyone dies,
Usually from age,
But you don't
ask an old
person if
they've
grown out of life
Yet

And, when someone dies
Someone is always living
And you can't try and
Operate on death  if
someones still living

What we consume will be produced again and be consumed again if we look at it the right way, but will we?

Even when we don't see a living soul
Even when we don't see a star in the sky
I promise they are there

I promise we resist, hold our ground
fight for it, resist, as is our nature
Just like the flower sticks to the ground
I will stick my soul; I will stick to my heart
I will even if you don't want me to

The girl smiled, and in her head she sang a song.

She leaned back; the sun was beating on her freckles all along.

She licked her lip while it was under her teeth.

Her shirt was painted like the Great Barrier Reef.

She turned around and adjusted her neck.

Everything was different; she didn't know what to expect.

The beach was gone, but she still thought the same.

All of her instincts were acquired while playing a game.

In this world, nobody read about her rise to fame.

She remembered never really rising up.  She always remaind lame.

Why was she always too busy to touch the snow or watch the rain?

But, all of this didn't affect her educated guess.

Maybe she was asleep, maybe this was her god-given quest.

Never ever did she think to believe
that she just saw what she was told to see

Never did she suspect that her reality was just perception;
something of that effect.
From the colors she saw to the chain on her **neck

No respect
bound to a hateful cause-
No respect
Your vengeance fills your head with false.
No respect
You should listen to your head and your soul.
No respect
Do you think you're cool?

You're  always right.
The world is always black and white.
The liars always lie.
The fighters always fight.

No respect
Protect your sisters
No respect
You're ******* bitter
No respect
Do you want this to happen again?
No respect
You don't give a ****, do you think you'll win?