The dove is the peacekeeper
Between the owl and the hawk
Who have different war paths
And ominous thoughts

The hawk is the Ares
Of all the Greek gods
He's an all-business type
With straight, commanding thoughts

The owl is the Athena
The wisest of them all
She rules with the mind
With inspiring, provoking thoughts

Three different types
Three different paths
Three different thoughts
but show that somehow they can all get along

You look at me and see my tattoos
You look at me and see my piercings
You look at me and see my colored hair
You think I'm a useless punk
You look at me and see my long hair
You look at me and see my short, shorts
You look at me and see my white skin
You think I'm a stereotypical b*tch
You look at me and see my shaggy hair
You look at me and see I dress similar to guys
You look at me and see me hug my friend
You think I'm a lesbian
You look at me and see me dance
You look at me and see my small frame
You look at me and see a girly face
You think I'm a trans
You look at me and see my flaws
You look at me and judge
You look at me and make a comment
A rumor spreads
I get arrested for a false accusation
I lose my good reputation
I get food thrown at me
I get laughed at when I go down the halls
What happened because of you
I became a felon
I end up a drop out
I commit suicide
I get abandoned by my parents
You put it all off track
Your words killed my chances
You ruined my life

I met her early on
Our journey became long
She gave me the gift of song
Held my hand and told me to come along
Woke me up like the bang of a gong
Fed me well to build me strong
She became the Cheech to my Chong
The King to my Kong
She even helped me to write my wrong

As a boy pasted a girl
In a blind mans coat
He asked
"Where you going in the midst of war"
She replied
"I've already gone like the wind beneath the dead"

If I left today
Would you even notice that I didn't stay?
Or would you go on with your life...
Or would you even know that I was killed by my own knife?

MISSING is the first word you see on the evening news
But you just flip the channel and continue to drink your *****.
You still go to sleep that night.

Everything for you is still alright.
You're okay.
You can wake up to a new day!

But I'm still just a face on the daily news.
Another headline in the papers.
Breathing in all these poisonous vapors.

So maybe tonight I will go missing
And watch you dismissing.
But they will look and look for years.

Until one night I whisper in your ear.
"I'm dead. I'm dead."

Will that finally get it through your head?
Stop looking.

"I'm dead. I bled out. It's all over now."