It's hard to smile when I'm told
That everything I love in life somehow determines where I go
When this life expires
And my body retires
Its either God at the pearly gates
Or decades of hell fire?
Everything I do could be considered a sin
The list is never ending ?I dont even know where to begin.
Beers, ****
Need for speed,
?Breeding greed?,
Evil deeds.
People see the world
As some sort of mystery.
We can perfect the future
If we analyze our history.
I know I'm not perfect,
Which brings me that much closer to perfection.
A resurrection
Has a definition of rising from the dead.
Jesus said,
"See this bread??Its my body?Now let me be inside you.
Drink my blood
Do everything as I do."
I told my teacher when I was 7
I don't want to go to heaven.
Begging for your forgiveness,
I will never live this down.
I'll take it to my grave
No matter where it may take me.

I  wish that I was a book.
I'd read the ending first,
To see if it all gets better,
Or if everything gets worse.
Happy little tragedy,
That everything I love
Happens to be
Bad for me.
Considered Shakespearian,
Depending on what year I'm in.
Hear me in your head,
I'm something you've read.
Wisdom is sung,
Nonsense is said.

I don't wanna ruin it,
But I edited the part
With you in it,
And now I can lie to the world
About how we met.
Stabbed me in the paperback.
So many pages saved for that.
I gotta say,
You are my favourite regret.

Tossed me away,
Like a tattered novel
On the shelf.
Turning the page,
And I'm on another chapter.
Over heartbreak,
Onto laughter.
An autobiography
Writes itself.

It feels like it's been
An eternity or two
Since I had you.
Intertwined,
Body and mind,
With you know who.

And then it happened,
Like a moment passing by.
At this point in time,
It seemed so divine,
And I don't know why.

I caught her scent;
An aroma emitting intelligence.
4 years later, it makes no sense.
Like a mystic riddle without suspense.

I've got a purple heart,
I've fought no battles but my own.
I heard the bombs go off
In the uncomfort of my own home.
And when the war was over,
I'd be standing all alone,
Mother in emotional infermory,
Father on the phone.
He'd try and tell me its alright
When it was never okay
Said son, salute yourself
On veterans day.

Is there a way to say what I feel without having to hide in strawberry fields.
I look for a way to disguise my cries, with clever language and creative lies.
Despise me if you really care about another mothers terrible heir.
Dare to spare me a little change, I need a sip of something strange.
The taste of nature smelling sweet now signifies I am complete.

I don't mean to say what manages to emerge.
When it comes to gluttony, we always tend to purge.
Scrambling through the dialogue I've logged within my cerebellum cell.
Heaven is a Neverland, this place, a kind of Hell.

I sometimes wonder
What my demons say,
What they plot, and how they play
Out their schemes, and wicked dreams,
I'm oblivious to the signs;
Careful running on stepping stones,
Some of them are landmines.

They may say

Sleep my child, and when you wake
The world will quake, and souls will shake.
They'll know your name, but they
Wont know the game you play.
You're twisted and tormented,
Living in a hell space,
And the highest form of punishment
Is cloaking through your face.
Hiding all the scars, that surely should appear,
Just so all the people say
His head is surely clear.
He needs no aid, he'd never trade
His life for any other,
He's happy, healthy, fit and fine
All thanks to the mother.

But there are things inside of me
A creature and a cure,
And until my mind sparks sanity,
I keep quiet, till im sure.
That there are things
That speak to me,
And so I sit here, singing,
Quietly.
They're sleeping, and I'd hate for them to wake.

How could you be so naive.
Thinking the eye would ever leave.
You're being stalked without a trace;
Strangers' job to know your face.

A man reveals we're being watched,
And is followed by a ransom.
They stray your mind with your body,
They hope you're feeling handsome.
But they don't really care, about
If you're healthy, or your hair.
All that really matters is how sly they are,
And how quiet we are.

Trust your leader
Trust your God
Don't ask questions
Simply nod.
Critical thinking
Is a habit
And we just cant have it

Drowning in a sea of lies
In a net, I have been caught.
Everything you know
Is everything you're taught.

When they call your name
To play the killing game
Shoot, don't aim.

I am not a soldier,
And neither are you.
We Are Rats
WAR, its true.