Feel like
     I'm carrying the state of Mississippi on my arms
     Jesus just shot me with a silver bullet
     And I did
     I feel like the sky
     Is it what you feel like when you die

The girl drinks the empty pills
Can't relieve her pain with her thrills

You can't sleep in the colors of the room
I've never felt so
low
in my
life

If there were no illusions
                    no mistakes in judgement
                    no dreams, there would be no dreams

I let it flow, now let it go
Reason's your delusion
Now you're just losing

I'm happy now;  I lie to myself.
The beer is sour and the cross is on a shelf.
Freedom is impossible, it'll always be
Getting out of your mind and world, now that's free

And ya strive
and ya die
and ya fight til the end

That's what life's about
getting as close to freedom as you can
when we do, we'll be gone, but it's worth the end

Don't sober up, humanity, it's worth your stupid epiphany, to dream like there's a reason to dream.  Dream when there's no reason to dream.

When she entrusted in me her golden locks
the tips were dyed orange,
but now all is lost

The punk-*** grrrl liberationist made me a deal
and I could've sworn that she'd made sure
that she couldn't feel

She believed that only logic and reason could sway me
but I'm weak for my hatred that
burns inside me

The hatred for the person that would grow into me
I wanted to destroy her so that
I could look at me

and now when I look in the mirror
I really see a girl
ugly and fake

but at least I see a girl

she told me how but she didn't tell me what
she cried a lot but she didn't even cut
she thought I'd always be her, and she me, but
she wouldn't have given up this easily

she ****** her head up when she felt she should
she didn't **** herself when she didn't look good
she was a fighter, and a lone rebel like a wolf
she wasn't the make up and denial; she was tough

And I think I'll cry, but the anger's not raw
Now I fight against her cause,
It wasn't about punk,
It was about the struggle, the rage, and the beauty of flaws

Perfection,
  Trying to fit some kind

of cookie jar

Art,  Trying to break some kind of
   cookie cutter
with scissors too sharp
you always get it too hard

And then it all breaks through
like the blue blood bleeding red through

And they say you're revolutionary
but it was just temporary

art is imperfection, inherently imperfect
   but, man, that's what we're trying to do
      You took the thought out of it
         you took the hate out of it
           now you've sold it out, the exploited's all it is

what I want would weaken whatever we wish we'd finally win
fighting for false expectations, failing, and failing again

The girl stares at her screen for inspiration
       but when she finds it
       don't know that she finds it
       she feels it, she feels it
       but words only betray you, if they're only sentiments.
       facts are more constant but you never feel them
       feelings hurt harder when you never shield them

Nothing is constant

you're not a                   i don't care
      don't even fool yourself; you're not even an artist
      don't wave no black bandana, you're not an anarchist

Just a basketcase, wrecking her every space

Melodramatic
staring up into the sky
trying to find meaning where it doesn't exist

Everything disintegrates.
One realization leads to another epiphany.

Where I had once assumed my world lied,
Now my thoughts lie,

but I don't cry.
No longer do I cry.

None left to defy,
And no wings left to fly,

Once again, I've become who I hate,
What I hate.

When I am discontent with my presentation,
  when I am all that was left for me to become,
  am I resurrected,
  or more likely insurrected,
  stronger, wiser, sexier, more of a gorgeous reality.

I am a winner.
I won that last game;
  that last identity beaten,
  my person is lying on the floor,
  but my soul is not defeaten.

I hate my god in front of me;
or that's what I'll say
when I rise above or sink below
I loathe that very day.
Father, father, why did you
**** me in my sleep?
I'd rather die violently, as I will,
than fall to destiny like sheep.
The gunpoint is a forgiving force
compared to living forgotten,
I'd like to live in sin; **** your regard.
I know that I'm plain rotten.
If I see you in heaven above,
I'll kick you and I'll scream.
Because my brothers and sisters below
didn't agree to this ******* thing.