Do you accept the terms and conditions?
Clicked so unwittingly,
Private information sold to the highest bidder,
Read the small print and it's plain to see.

Nothing is yours any-longer,
They know you better than yourself,
Corporations and governments unite,
They sell your data with the upmost stealth.

The all seeing eye is upon us,
And its glare seeks to remand,
We unknowingly sign away our lives,
It's a sphere of oppression, an arm, a hand.

The people must fight this tyranny,
We can't roll over and play dead,
We are more than a wire to be tapped,
Oppose the militant laws that seek to deflate us with dread.

Don't find trust in empty promises,
Manifesto's weighing heavy with slander and lies,
Find trust in the people,
Our independence must never die.

Do you accept the terms and conditions?
We must stand against the corrupt,
Despotism enveloped by mock democracy,
The free public must erupt.

she's a bag full of twigs,
a bag full of bones and liquor
her stomach always caves in
and she walks with the weight of a gun
to her chest,
she drinks with a smile and smokes
while she thinks,
he doesn't know if there's anything
more perfect than her smooth porcelain skin
and they never thought she'd be the one
holding a gun six feet underground
but life can be hard and it's tough to just get by
and he never thought she'd leave him that
night but now she rests in the dark  
underneath the garden where they had their first kiss
he lives his life on blank canvases and dreams
of the girl who taught him how to breathe and not
a day goes by he doesn't think of her because
she's everywhere; she's that song on the radio, she's
the band on his walls, she's that picture in the hallway
she's his fear of the dark and he tries to paint her but he
can never get it right, because the girl that he loves he
never really knew and when he steps on the cracks in
the street he remembers her,
he always remembers her
remember me
because i'm a bag full of twigs,
a bag full of bones
filled with a smile of explosives
and a stomach that always caves in
i smile when i drink,
i smoke when i think
and every time i try to breathe it feels
like a gun to my chest and time is my trigger
most times it feels like i'm walking on a
rope above the water
and i can only last so long before i sink and fall

(h.l.)