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Michael Pick Feb 2013
What is it with kids these days
What's with the way they seem to love to pray
Asking for help, don't you know there's other ways
This'll sound horrible, and that's really a shame
But honestly, does your God know a ******* thing?
What in the world could make you think
That maybe he didn't just run the hell away
Are there really any signs besides what you say
'Oh, he's there, you just can't see him, it's faith'
But I'm calling ******* to all of your ways
You can judge me, it makes no difference to me
I choose to put my faith in people I can see
Yet another one that probably makes me come across as critical, disrespectful, blah blah..
Michael Pick Feb 2013
I see all the fear in your eyes
The pain that it hides
My mistake, it was my device
It wasn't ready, it seems
So shattered hearts must bleed
I wish I could bring you such peace
This one's actually gross... Forced it too much, and I need to get away from rhyming so much..
Michael Pick Feb 2013
I think that I'd **** to feel the breath of day
To feel Wind's whispers on my skin
But alas, my emotions have become so lethargic
To feel must be such a frivolous sin
I've almost become numb to the ways of nature
Because nature is hardly to be seen
And now at the end it's a rarity, I'd wager
That eventually we'll have to pay to see green
Michael Pick Feb 2013
There's plenty of people that believe in God
And yeah, I guess I do too
But I've questioned Him since Paradise Lost
I began to wonder if it was all true
If He was so real, then what's going on in life
When to look around and all that you see
The sickness,  the sorrow and strife
Really, it brings cold sweats in me
So I lay in my bed near middle of night
Pondering away these nothings
If God was so real why wouldn't He show me
Instead, I'm left alone with my thought schemes
Michael Pick Feb 2013
Twenty years and thirty minutes
All it took was seven seconds
He left it all behind

It was a slow birthday this year
He stayed home so quiet
He felt all alone

He just wanted to erase
All the scars time had made
Upon his soul
Michael Pick Feb 2013
Buck up son, you'll do just fine
School will break you down
And you'll move on the next line
What, you think you're special
What, you think you're real
Honey let me tell you
You're only whatever we need
You're not a president's offspring
Just a son off the street
Why would you ever try to think
You could be whatever you dream
Slow down, bucko
Oh, you'll do just fine
If you'll just stand in line
Oh, just take some time
And you'll be cookie-cutter fine

'Cause you're only whatever we need
And if you're thinking any different
Then you're living to a fool's creed
You'll only ever have a few dreams
Living what you're living, oh
You'll only ever be what we need

And I just couldn't believe
What they wanted me to be
What they wanted from me
Oh, it seemed so obscene
But I put down the baseball
And I picked up the bat
Fighting battles on the streets
Easier to die young like that
Don't forget, watch your tone, boy
Mind your filthy tongue
And there isn't a real method
No, no method to move on
You just gotta hope it ends
And that when it ends you've done no wrong

'Cause you're only whatever we need
And if you're thinking any different
Then you're living to a fool's creed
You'll only ever have a few dreams
Living what you're living, oh
You'll only ever be what we need

And here at the end
With the daughter that you've raised
Shutters made of white steel
And the lawn's gone all ablaze
Your life's pulling punches
While the world's so full of rage
Fear's on the docket now,
Yeah, this is worst case
But don't worry boy, you'll do just fine
We taught all of this
And we taught you just in time
Man, this is the world that you made
We raised a bunch of killers
And we based it off of shame

'Cause you're only whatever we need
And if you're thinking any different
Then you're living to a fool's creed
You'll only ever have a few dreams
Living what you're living, oh
You'll only ever be what we need
This was from probably right about the time I left school... so it was written a few months ago. It was more of a lyrical style, I tried to fashion it after the band Hollywood Undead... I kinda like it.
Michael Pick Feb 2013
A little undisputed
But I never liked your words
You got your point across, yeah
But the point dug in and hurt
Words could scar me
Almost as bad as my arms
Still, did you imagine
What you'd say and how
Or when you sat me down
Did it all just come out

I really can't blame you
Of course it had to be done
You pointed out the flaws of mine
Slowly, one by one
And given is this chance to me
To change at once, for good
I won't really thank you though
Your ideas changed me enough
I'm now just a poor boy
Sore heart, but living new
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