Two countries,
different worlds,
different beliefs,
war?
A spontaneous hate for each other.
Conform to me,
conform to he,
to my God.
If not,
war.
Being worlds apart,
does not make us different.
We are both human,
we are both one.
One in the mind,
in the heart,
in the soul.

Her heels tap on the sidewalk,
on a cool summer night.
And her dress sparkles,
under the street light.
She just follows the road,
got nowhere to go.

Black car pulls up next to her,
flashes the head lights.
They discuss what he wants,
she knows this isn't right.
But she continues with it anyway,
it's just her average day.

She gives him what he wants,
like a present on Christmas day.
It's not like she has a choice,
she has to play his game.
And so she plays from sundown,
to sunrise the next day.

In the morning, when the sun rises,
she's gone like the wind.
Heads to the local church,
knows that she has sinned.
But she'll continue the next day,
it's her only source of pay.

And when night falls,
she'll start over again.
She'll find another guy,
that she will call her friend.
The cycle goes on forever,
man, it never ends.

Feed the people,
feed them the forsaken fruit.
Shove the sugary sweets,
frosted with sugar coated frosting and a cherry on top,
down their unsuspecting throats.
Top it all off with a bed time story,
about gumdrops and rainbows.
Then retreat to the catacombs,
where you, like all the others before you,
will die.
Famous for nothing,
but ******* an unsuspecting country,
you'll die a hero.

I'm compartmentalizing my thoughts and delivering them to you on my tongue. Gift wrapped in a silver metallic paper, with a tiny pink bow on top that bounces jubilantly with every step I take. Waiting to be opened and heard, the gift sits on my tongue.

Sometimes no ears are lent so I swallow the thought and redigest it.  It falls into the black and finds itself trapped back in my head. It ricochets from wall to wall, eager to be released.

          One day I found out no one wants to listen.

So I bottle it all up, and the thoughts start getting crowded. I become scatter brained, my head hectic with inmates, jailed without a crime. They riot, burning me out each time. My head sizzles like road **** in the heavy heat.

                         It's time for a jailbreak!

I pick up a pen and release the inmates into my veins. They pump through me and fill me with life, violently pounding their way through my fatal heart. Once I channel their energy, they flow out my fingers, into the ink and onto the paper.

          They bleed as they're released, finally free,
singing the song of a man compartmentalizing his thoughts.

We live,
in hypocrisy.
We want,
real democracy.
But we,
are lost in all,
the ******* that,
we are fed today.

Blinded,
by Capitalism.
As our country,
becomes a **** prison.
Greed has,
taken over our world,
there will be no justice,
til our voices are heard.

Cheated,
our voices,
are suppressed.
Hollow elected candidates do what is necessary to make themselves look best.

Censored,
we only hear,
half the truth.
Or maybe that's just the ******* that they forecast to come down in buckets on every roof.

**** the police,
but practice safe ***.
Having babies,
can make quite a mess.
Don't do drugs,
only *******.
And everything,
will be okay.

Heavenly hate,
love lost,
love gained,
no name.

Sweet seduction,
lies of a lover,
to their other,
secrets between the lines.

Silent shock treatment,
killing me kindly,
her love was timely,
but why me?

But
why
me?

Ancient words,
they're fading fast.
Once important,
but they won't last.

Some worship,
many Gods.
Others view that,
as being wrong.

What once held the world together,
is now helping pull it apart.

We're killing religion,
with every breathe we take.
We're killing religion,
with every move we make.

With theories like evolution,
the true making of man,
it's time for religion,
to make a stand.

Science attacks,
things like the Bible.
Religion suffers,
trapped in survival.

Science fails,
to provide hard evidence,
and supplies us with,
things completely irrelevant.

What once held the world together,
is now helping tear it apart.

They're killing religion,
with every breathe they take.
They're killing religion,
with every move they make.

With theories like evolution,
the true making of man,
it's time for religion,
to make a stand.

Technically, theoretically,
these so called religions,
just can't be.

That's what they think,
but if they are wrong,
they will have to answer,
to their maker, God.

They're trying to **** religion,
with every breathe they take.
They're trying to **** religion,
with every move they make.

With theories like evolution,
the true making of man,
isn’t it time religion,
finally makes a stand.

Silence off shore,
another calm night.
Waves caress the beach,
moon shines down bright.

Stars glow and gleam,
down on the beach.
Sky black as coal,
as the waves continue to roll.

Just another night,
out on the coast.
Just another night,
at the place I love the most.

Sand slowly squeezes,
in between my toes,
as I follow the shoreline,
where ever it goes.

Seagulls screech a song,
of storms long ago.
Stories so aged and old,
only peg-legged sailors know 'em.

Just another night,
out on the coast.
Just another night,
at the place I love the most.

Lighthouse in the distances,
shining strong and bright.
Washes crash into the rocks,
colliding as they fight.

There's sea salt in the air,
in my mouth and my hair.
Sand is everywhere,
but I don't even care.

It's just another night,
out on the coast.
Just another night,
at the place I love the most.

Just another night,
just another night,
out on the coast.

I've been thinking,
but thinking can wait.
The world is fueled,
by evil and hate.

It ***** up,
all the right and leaves wrong.
Crooked men,
keep singing their song.

They corrupt and ****,
people like you.
Say they're the good guys,
the last of a few.

I know I'm higher,
than **** like them.
Better than the mud,
at the bottom of the pen.

I read papers,
they reek of sin.
I try my best,
not to let them in.

I keep my mindset,
looking forward.
Last I heard,
this world was falling apart.

I hope,
we can find.
I way to,
save all mankind.

If we don't,
it's no big deal.
We won't be here,
in one hundred years.

Our love has fallen into,
the fiery depths of hell,
and you can already tell,
our love is over,
it's up in flames.

There's no doubt that our love,
will always remain strong,
but somewhere we went wrong,
and now it's over,
our love is gone.

I saw you the other day,
sitting in the town square,
I felt there was something there,
but we ignored it,
and said goodbye.

How could we both walk away,
without a thing to say,
how could I walk away,
without saying,
I still love you.

You never meant her any harm.
Just a helpless soul left to the your own devices.

The needles she stick in her arm,
will help her cope with this emotional crisis.

You didn't have to,
you didn't want to,
but the opportunity sure was enticing.

The softness of her skin,
could easily bend your will,
and without even knowing,
it did!

Do you feel the desire,
do you feel the fire,
burning inside,
no where to hide,
you're a liar!

When you tip-toed,
through the foyer,
and up, up, up the stairs.

Did you ever,
think to check,
for a single strand of hair!

Now your locked outside,
in the freezing cold,
no where to go.

Maybe next time,
hopefully next time,
you will think twice,
before,
you,
cheat.

The look in his eyes,
it foreshadows a fate,
his fate.

He grew under the shadow of her love,
only to be crushed when the shadow left,
and the sun crushed his pathetic soul,
ripping him up by the roots.

Was his prosperity short lived?

Some would say yes,
others no.

I, on the other hand,
believe he never prospered.

He suffered under the wing of the girl of his dreams.
Sheltered from the harsh truth,
that love *****.

There was a fire yesterday,
it spread across the airwaves.
From nation to nation, pain and grief,
for the boy from Brixton left us here.

Heartbreak ravaged the lovers and friends,
for the boys time had come to an end.
An immortal in many of our eyes,
reality burned us as we cried.

Till night fell and the streets flooded,
flames smothered and flowers budded,
under the stars he adored for years,
people sang and danced and cheered.

For the boy from Brixton left his mark,
and then retreated to those stars,
leaving us with his songs and scenes,
his fashion, his love and everything between.

A lad insane with a powerful passion,
in touch with sound and all his visions,
on course for a final collision,
with his home amongst the stars.

Back against the wall,
advancing,
towards me,
there's no way out of here,
except for down.
I can't escape.
I can't fall down.

I will not fall again,
emotions flee,
to parts of my mind,
that I can't find...
I'm through with,
your games.

I'm leaving,
you and your game.
It's over.

I'm leaving,
before I go insane.
It's over.

Bring me back,
to sanity,
to sanity, yeah.

And I'll laugh,
as I finally,
I finally leave.

Never thought I would,
escape your game,
I was,
trapped for what felt like forever,
and ever,
but I got away,
and showed you,
I don't need you,
I am free,
I'm finally free,
so leave me alone,
alone,
forever,
did I make a mistake,
what am I to do?
Just promise me,
you'll always remember,
who I am,
because I will,
always remember,
you...

It was the summer,
of 89'.
The weather was beautiful,
so fine.

The wind whispered through my window,
softly.
Kissing my face,
as it blew by.

I rolled over,
and said, "good morning".
But you weren't there,
to my surprise.

Where did I go wrong?
Can we start again?
I never meant any harm.
Is this really the end?

I searched here,
I searched there.
I searched far,
and I searched wide.

And when I finally,
found you.
There was another man,
by your side.

Where did I go wrong?
Can we start again?
I never meant any harm.
Is this really the end?

Can you give me one more chance?
I'll give you all that I am.
I'll do all I can do,
to show I still love you.

Do you remember when,
everything was new?
You, me, everything,
what wrong could we do?

The golden sun used to shine,
even on the darkest days.
Now that golden sun has set,
far, far away.

And the rivers of love are dried up,
into thin air.
Leaving my heart thirsty, dying,
searching for water to spare.

And the wilderness has burnt,
went up in flames.
As you continued to **** me dry,
played me like a game.

My world is burnt up, dried up, dead,
since you left me,
since you played with my head.

Farewell dreamscape,
full of mystery,
full of history,
full of life.

Farewell dreamscape,
land of love,
shining suns,
brilliant moons.

Farewell dreamscape,
my one true home,
now my mind roams,
into the unknown.

Farewell dreamscape,
my one escape,
I know I can't take,
you with me.

I fear I can't,
take you with me.

The whispers.
They won't go away.
The have been haunting me,
for days.
I cannot eat.
I cannot sleep.
The whispers,
they follow me.
So one day,
I took a pencil,
and shoved it into my ear.
But the whispers,
they were still there.
So I did it again,
and I did it again,
until they went away.
When I awaken,
I was surrounded by doctors,
who were mimes.

You brought me into this world,
suffered through all the pain.
You held me in your arms,
and you gave me a name.

You taught me how to walk,
and you taught me how to speak.
You fed me because,
I didn't know how to eat.

You taught me good manners,
so I didn't look like a fool.
You told me I was wrong,
when I broke the rules.

You volunteered at school,
you were always there.
You read me bed time stories,
only because you cared.

And all because you're the best mom,
the best you could be.
And for that I'll always love you,
for all the things you did for me.

You told me drugs were bad,
and so were cigarettes.
You told me never to use them,
and I'd be all set.

You were there when I fell down,
you were there at my worst times.
You always could tell,
what was on my mind.

You gave me all the advice,
that I'll ever need.
You taught me wrong from right,
and all in between.

You gave me all your love,
every single day.
So I devote this poem to you,
on this Mothers Day.

Because you're the best mom,
the best you could be.
And for that I always love you,
for all the things you did for me.

I fear the things that I can't see,
when darkness grabs a hold of me.
When evil seeps into my veins,
and takes the reigns.

Silence scares me the most,
and hangs over me like my ghost.
Conscience racing, spiraling down,
nose diving, to the ground.

I meddle with what's not mine,
searching for truths to find.
Searching in the darkest depths,
for anything, even death.

But it crawls out from the cracks,
and like a disease, it attacks.
Crippling me, paralyzing,
so I sit and let it terrorize me.

The shattered mirror tells the story,
of a girl who said she had no worries.
A girl who thought she wasn't pretty,
what a pity.

A girl who thought she wasn't thin,
or at least not thin enough.
A girl who would **** to hold someone's hand,
but couldn't find the love.

A girl who spent her Friday's alone,
in her bedroom crying.
A girl who didn't like the idea of living,
and preferring the idea of dying.

A girl who rose,
only to fall,
and lose it all.

A girl who took,
a precious life,
in the middle of the night.

The shattered mirror tells the story,
of a girl who said she had no worries.

Thousands of commands,
coming at me.
Hand cover my eyes,
tell me to see.

Pressure pushing me,
pushing me down.
Come back, she pleads,
just don't turn around.

Is she my prize,
or just my demise.

A voice in my head,
says she's the one.
The other one says,
get up and run.

Is she the one?
Or should I run?
Is she the one?
Or should I run?

Is she the prize?
Or just my demise.

Like birds,
we feed them.
Like vultures,
but men.

We feed them,
our food.
And in return,
no gratitude.

Please,
do not feed the birds.
They pose a health and safety risk,
to the customer.

The more we feed them,
the more they grow.
And more will come,
and more will know.

And in return,
they'll **** on our heads,
and peck us to death,
till we are dead.

Please,
do not feed the birds.
They pose a health and safety risk,
to the customer.

Sassafras,
kiss my ***.
Wash your hair,
with mayonnaise.
Death rays of the dark days.

Tissues, for the weak,
crime’s, at a peak.
Do not stain your white clothes,
play the oboe of hope.
Listen to the music cry,
now fly, now fly, now fly!

Death rays of the dark days.
Death rays of the dark days,
death rays of the dark days,
death rays of the dark days!

The dark days, the dark days,
the dark days, the dark days.
The dark days, the dark days,
the dark days, the dark days.

See the way,
the moon shines on the water.
A beautiful image,
the death of a brother.

We are looking for change,
that we can’t find.
But we are in range,
we’re not far behind.

Death rays of the dark days,
didn’t last long,
just a phase.
Death rays of the dark days,
to a false god,
we will praise.

Death rays of the dark days,
didn’t last long,
just a phase.
Death rays of the dark days,
to a false god,
we will praise.

We will praise, we will praise,
to a false god,
we will praise.

You want to push,
and shove,
and scratch,
and claw.

If you think I,
won't fight,
right back,
you're wrong.

I will make sure,
you feel,
the pain,
you dealt.

I will make sure,
you feel,
the pain,
I felt.

You cry,
and beg,
and weep,
and plea.

But I,
will show,
you no,
mercy.

You can't,
just take,
a heart,
to break.

I won't,
let you,
take me,
for-granted!

I've been broken down before,
treated like **** and nothing more.
But I won't let you get away,
I won't let you take my heart.

We stand on separate shores,
we stand on separate worlds,
millions of miles away.

I feel as though time and space,
hold as both at bay,
far from where our hands can touch.

From far, I can still feel your love,
but that is not enough,
what I would do just to see your face.

Just to be in the same place,
just to have the bittersweet taste,
of your lips.

But we sit on different planes,
different dimensions,
far, far away,
so I wait.

Nothing comes in a day,
instant gratification, the American way.
Give it to me
give it to me now.
I'm not waiting.

It's our new way,
we won't take no for an answer.
Make it quick,
fry it,
whatever it takes.

I'll ingest whatever it takes,
to make myself skinny by show time.
My interests are in a woman,
that I can get to love me by the end of the night.

There's always tomorrow,
but no one wants to wait that long,
when we can get what we want,
almost instantly.

Instant gratification,
more of a mind set than an actual need.
But we love to feed,
our impulsive behaviors.

It's getting harder everyday,
just to find a way,
to make it through the day alive.

No one seems to see,
the pain within me,
and the silent pleas for help.

It's getting harder to believe,
that I can beat this disease,
when it has control of me,
I'm weak.

Everything I feel,
no longer feels real,
as the disease steals,
my heart.

I am just a man,
what else can I do?
The only thing that can save me,
is you.

I know she knows she wants to be the queen of the world,
well I'm sorry girl.
Pick another profession,
maybe one with a little less attention.
She's flipping a switch she can't switch,
she's just another bad *****.

Hey,
I say,
turn the other way.

She,
she says,
I cannot change.

I,
I say,
behave with a little more class.
But she doesn't give a rats ***.

She's working and working the runway like a diva,
and trust me, there's no way to please her.
She'll teach you how to fly and help you get off the ground,
just so she can shoot you down.
She pretends you mean nothing at all,
now can you weather her storm?

Please,
don't tease,
don't tease me.

I need,
her love,
just to breathe.

She holds,
my heart,
in her hand.

It's hers,
to take,
a keepsake.

But she,
she just,
won't give a ****.
She crushes my heart in her hand.
She crushes my heart in her hand...
She crushes my heart in her...
She crushes my heart in...
She crushes my heart...
She crushes my...
She crushes...
She....

Paintings of the dead,
organized by hue and shade,
grouped by color,
in all different arrays.

Alphabetized,
books stacked on a shelf.
Blank pages,
read aloud to oneself.

If you shed a light,
on the synchronized,
human lives,
we are living,
you will see we are all one being.

Dead bodies aligned,
in a mile long row,
how those people died,
nobody seems to know.

Flowers in a field,
pushing through the soil,
crushed under the weight,
of drills drilling for oil.

If you shed a light,
on the synchronized,
human lives,
we are living,
you will see we are all one being.

Waves crash softly,
into a weathered shore,
only to recede and repeat,
dragging sea shells to the ocean floor.

If you shed a light,
on the synchronized,
human lives,
we are living,
you will see we are all one being.

The weight of the world,
rests on the shoulders of man.
And trust me, I know,
we're doing all we can.

What happened to forever?
What happened to love?
Have we lost our motivation?
Are we no longer one?

Can we fix what we once had?
What did our love lack?
What did I do wrong?
And can we ever go back?

Questions go unanswered forever and ever.
Never thought I'd lose you,
not never,
not ever.

Why did you disown me?
Why did you go so far?
Why did you have to split a family?
Why did you tear us apart?

What did I do to you?
Why do you hate me?
What did I do wrong?
Will you ever accept me?

Questions go unanswered forever and ever.
Never thought I'd lose you,
not never,
not ever.

Sometimes I feel like,
you will never really accept me.
Wasted years trying to fix myself again,
and you still reject my hand.

Questions go unanswered forever and ever.
Never thought I'd lose you,
not never,
not ever.

Why did you disown me?
Why did you love me?
Look what you did to me.
Killed me, killed me.
I'm free, I'm free.

Sometimes my curiosity peaks new levels as I wonder how someone could commit such atrocities.

A child's life,
so precious.
A child's spirit,
pure.

A child's smile,
heart warming.
A child's dreams,
forever growing.

A child is a scared key to a second realm that cannot be seen by grown ups.

A realm of happiness,
laughter,
and joy beyond comparison to anything else.

A child brings smiles on a cold, rainy day.
A child brings joy to the old and weak, fading away.
A child brings hope,
of a brighter, better future.

To me,
a child is one of the most special things in the world.
I hope to have my own some day,
and hopefully,
I pray,
something like this never happens to my child or myself.

But for now I grieve,
I mourn,
and I remember,
those who lost their lives in this horrific tragedy.
I send my condolences to the families of the children,
and hope they find peace,
love,
and a supportive community,
in this tragic time.

May God bless all involved in the incident,
and may they know he is taking good care of their loved ones up in Heaven.

I fight to fear another day.
Each step I take,
I exert my last will,
my last bit of strength.

The world has left me cold,
alone, to fight.
I fear what I have become,
and what will become of me.

Each day that passes by makes me stronger,
as I grow weaker.
My bones are brittle,
my heart is shriveled,
but I am one with myself.

I can withstand anything,
weather any storm,
if in the end,
I can build myself back up again.

My will is strong,
my words are one.
I am,
determined,
my mind is clear,
and I will not stop moving forward,
until I die.

And it was then that my heart slowly sank to my feet.
I was drowning in doubt, and disbelief.
So I reached down my throat to grab my heart.
Once I had pulled it back to its proper place,
I decided to pull it out, and look at it,
see how badly you had bruised it.
Once I pulled it out, I observed it closely.
It looked dead, and was ripe with hate,
so I decided to eat it.
I shoved the heart in my mouth, like a savage,
and slowly swallowed it whole.
The heart then got stuck in my throat,
for it was too big to swallow.
I asphyxiated, and died.

It's suicide,
to show feelings you hide.

With the words slipping off my tongue,
brushing against strings,
too tightly strung,
a bad melody plays,
and it plays for days.

The melody resonates,
in the ears of the listeners,
but after bouncing around the brain,
exit, stage left,
leaving a mess.

And I am left here,
to pick up the pieces,
of what I fear,
is my heart.

So I hold my heart hostage,
inside the recess of my soul,
in a deep, dark hole,
where no one can find it.

I sit here,
still,
waiting for a wind.
A breeze, a gust,
anything.

I see my friends,
worn out,
war torn.
But I, I sit here,
still, bored.

I sway,
sometimes,
when students pass.
But the breeze soon fades,
it never lasts.

But of everything,
what keeps me going,
is when they pledge their allegiance to me.
It makes me proud to wear these colors,
and represent my great country.

I may be sad,
to be a flag,
that sits inside all day.
But I will always be proud,
to represent the U.S.A.

It's September 20th, 2017 and I'm driving down a rain soaked I-93 South on a cool Tuesday night, or maybe even a Wednesday morning. There's a concrete barricade to my right with tiny fluorescent reflectors every 4 feet to indicate I cannot turn right unless I want to die. I want to die but I'm obeying the tiny fluorescent reflectors. The road is coated with a still sheet of rain and looks like a long black cracking mirror laid out before me. The tiny fluorescent reflectors reflect off the mirrored road and dive deep into its jet black depth. They drag themselves deep down into the jet black road. They drag me down with them on September 20th, 2017. Deeper and deeper they drag me down.

I am industrialized,
I have bloodshot eyes.
I love the sound of machine,
I love dough, moolah, green.
I will **** because I’m told to,
I will do things I'm told not to do.
I will lie, cheat, and steal,
I no longer truly feel.
I **** and I ****,
I never get my fill.
I’m a big fan of gore,
I always want more.
I feed on anger and hate,
I charge everyone with such high rates.
I will fight those who will not defend,
I love killing my fellow men.
I can **** every living thing,
I can win millions if I could learn to sing.
I never regret the decisions I've made,
I only want to get laid.
I will ****** for love,
I will strive for a way above.
I am the definition of insanity,
I love *** and profanity.
My own life slips through my hands,
like grains of sand,
I am man.

Do you believe,
in the spirit that moves through all things?
It connects our souls as one,
and together they sing.

Do you believe,
that we are all one?
The only difference is,
our native tongue.

Do you believe in the spirit that moves through all things?
Binds us as one, humans and nature, the same.
Do you believe in the spirit that moves through all things?
Humans hunger for nature will never be tamed.

Nature once, wild and free,
is now oppressed by man and machine.
Gods lookin' down, shaking their heads.
Do we stop? No, we drill instead.

Taking the homes, of the animals,
eviction without warning.
A holocaust, all is lost,
Mother Nature is mourning.

We are murderers,
molesting and ****** the land.
We are executioners,
committing crimes with our own two hands.

Look,
what,
we have done.

Took,
a,
loaded gun.

Pulled,
the,
**** trigger.

And blew Mother Natures head right off!

Can't you see,
my friends, brethren,
that we are in a time of trial,
and tribulation.

Our will, it will be tested,
and our spirit,
pushed to the brink of breaking.
Our knees will give way,
hands tremble and shake,
but we will beat the desert.

Forsaken by our fathers,
for taking the path of the righteous man,
we will trek under the desert sun.
And when we reach,
the river of the Nile,
we will not longer be forsaken.

Bottles all around him, half empty,
as he lies on the floor.
Feels absolutely nothing,
knows nothing because he is...

Just a boy,
losing hope,
losing faith.

He has,
no control,
of everyday.

Won't run out of beer, he's got plenty,
so he drinks some more.
Drowns himself in his dreams,
has millions of dreams because he's...

Just a boy,
on the run,
from his fate.

Because he,
can't carry,
his own weight.

Bottles all around him, empty,
as he lies dead on the floor.
Feels absolutely nothing,
knows nothing because he is...

nothing.

Little boy sitting in his room,
voices outside the door scream.
Mommy and daddy,
fighting again.
Family falling apart at the seams.

Every night daddy comes home,
he's inebriated.
Yells at mommy,
cause dinners not done,
it's half past one.

Mommy's to busy,
mending her heart,
a wounded soul.
And daddy shows no love,
no affection.

And the boy is spinning,
round and round,
out of control.
Doesn't know where to go,
he's lost direction.

Mommy walks into his room,
sits down on his bed.
Tear slowly roll down her face,
as she slowly says:

"Mommy and daddy need a break,
all our love is gone.
I love you,
and he does too,
but this just can't go on."

And the boy cries,
the boy cries,
the boy cries,
the boy cries.

And he cries,
and he cries,
and he cries,
and he dies.

Because daddy shows no love,
no love,
no love,
no love.

No love,
no love,
no love,
no love.

And the boy is spinning,
round and round,
out of control.
And he doesn't know where to go,
where should he go,
where can he go?

He's lost direction.
He's lost direction.
Shows no affection,
has no direction.

The president has arrived,
the creator of our demise.
Signing deals in blood, no, in oil,
all while on enemy soil.

The desert sandstorms do not lie,
they tell us of our future.
A swirling whirlwind disaster,
that will be our future.

The burden of the beast,
is carried by the weak.
No one can escape,
even the simplest fate.

There is no knowing,
just how long we have.
But I can promise you,
we won't be judged on what we had.

The re-creation,
of a nation from hell.
But we only,
care about ourselves.

We cannot seem,
to unite as one.
And when we do,
it's by use of gun.

We are no stronger than,
we like to pretend we are.
We're falling apart at the seams,
the Untied States of America.

The world is looking,
for a brand new savior.
The Statue of Liberty,
needs someone to save her.

Every time we re-build,
chaos follows.
We can't correct our mistakes,
our minds are hollow.

We are no stronger than,
we like to pretend we are.
We're falling apart at the seams,
the Untied States of America.

Can we re-build?
Can we restart?
Can we re-program,
mans once great heart?

Can we unite?
Can we be one?
Or are we blind,
from looking into the sun?

We are no stronger than,
we like to pretend we are.
We're falling apart at the seams,
the Untied States of America.

Try to pick up a girl,
I get called a pervert.
She's ******* dressed,
I mean, just look at her.

Say she looks beautiful,
compliment her hair.
She says I'm thirsty,
so she "curves" me,
I'm out of here.

They think we're pigs,
because we try to show we love her.
All they want is Efron,
Tatum, Franco, Lautner.

They live in fantasy,
separate from you and me.
What are they waiting for?
Your prince isn't coming girl!

They're crazy.

I try to be the nice guy,
instead I'm told to go home.
Next time I see her,
she's put me in the Friendzone.

She likes an *******,
tells me I'm a ****.
But isn't he,
the same as me,
nothing I say works.

They get jealous,
'cause we talk to other girls.
I'm in her Friendzone though,
why does it concern her?

They live in fantasy,
separate from you and me.
What are they waiting for?
Your prince isn't coming girl!

They're just delusional!

We're marching down the streets of The City,
demanding peace and rights for you and me.
We're screaming into the ears of the Idiocracy,
deaf because they're blocked with a hypocrisy.

We're blind if we think we are the forsaken,
they're suffering in other countries.
Just because you're right to hold your gun was taken,
doesn't mean this is the end for you and me.

We're crying out "******!" when an animal's slaughtered,
you'll put animals rights before you're daughter.
And when you're daughter can't get a loan for college,
just remember, you chose animals over knowledge.

We're blind if we think we are the forsaken,
they're suffering in other countries.
Just because you're right to hold your gun was taken,
doesn't mean this is the end for you and me.

They are the forgotten!
The forsaken!
We lose sight of the worth of other human life!
We are mistaken!