Dec 2018
I draw blood and let it pool in my hand so I can fingerprint my autograph on the declaration.
As John Hancock, so shall I.
They've tried for years to express themselves and as the art has shown, they've only caught a few over the decades.
Voices dying on the wind, written off by the time and the population had named them "weird art"
The freak show is in town tonight and again they try, for every body felled by the wayside there's one right behind to pick up the torch and reignite the flames.
Bullet proof prophets made of theory and ideas driving trains of thought off the track so they can crash into your homes and lives.
Train wreck train wreck.
Where there's smoke there's a wildfire heart burning with passion holding a match to a powder keg.
Suicide by design, killing ourselves for relatability.
We're sick so suicide missionaries we stand side by side.
Fighting off the chains of restrictive thought and walls built by a society of the lying, cheating, scared population who would hang free thinkers as witches, on trial just as some words have been banned.
Everyone is a critic and so we can't speak freely, free speech has become hate speech.
Context be ******.
The dying breed sit behind the fence and starve as we're picked off by the carrion thought eaters and those who run are arrested by the thought police.
Can't say this, can't think that. Careful not to offend.
Everyone wants to say everything but no one wants to feel offended, gotta play it safe because we're so fragile we're of glass.
Everything gives a disease because no one gets ***** anymore in case we catch something, we've killed our anti bodies and our systems aren't so immune anymore, thank god we've got the pills to help boost whatever we need.
Poppin pills like pez out of dispensers that take notes, bills, ***, headaches, stomachaches, spells of dizziness, dry mouth, restless leg syndrome, homicidal thoughts, suicidal thoughts, being too hungry, not being hungry enough, back pain, hand pain, toothache, and a million other issues that probably could be solved with a little bit of effort but nope, pills and an arm and a leg Dr. bill are the cure.
Paying way too much attention to celebrities while everything burns. Then when the fire reaches you it's time to worry.
You're just the newest sapling in the fire that's swallowed by the flames of drama, gossip and *******.
A million dead artists their bodies all point to the way, the treasure of art, soul and comedy, tragedy, drama, political and social commentary- all with points to make, yet YOU don't like what they had to say, so you censor the words you don't like, you twist the meaning to fit your offense then crucify the speaker and "expose" them for all they are.
**** that.
People cuss, people hate other people, people say words and think thoughts you may not like, they may have different ideas, they may write or song or act in ways you don't approve.
Deal with it.
The world still spins, you still grow and go on, there are important matters to attend to if you could just pull your head out of your *** for two seconds.
No matter how much you try to clean up the act, the dirt under still remains. The world is not some clean, pristine, air tight seal where you will get your way, don't like what's on tv? Change the channel, don't like what's in the book? Don't read it.
Don't like the song, the food, the people, the color of their skin, the way they talk, the politics- left or right. Then walk away.
It's their world too and you have to share it.
Sit down, strap in and deal.
As John Hancock, so shall I.
They've tried for years to express themselves and as the art has shown, they've only caught a few over the decades.
Voices dying on the wind, written off by the time and the population had named them "weird art"
The freak show is in town tonight and again they try, for every body felled by the wayside there's one right behind to pick up the torch and reignite the flames.
Bullet proof prophets made of theory and ideas driving trains of thought off the track so they can crash into your homes and lives.
Train wreck train wreck.
Where there's smoke there's a wildfire heart burning with passion holding a match to a powder keg.
Suicide by design, killing ourselves for relatability.
We're sick so suicide missionaries we stand side by side.
Fighting off the chains of restrictive thought and walls built by a society of the lying, cheating, scared population who would hang free thinkers as witches, on trial just as some words have been banned.
Everyone is a critic and so we can't speak freely, free speech has become hate speech.
Context be ******.
The dying breed sit behind the fence and starve as we're picked off by the carrion thought eaters and those who run are arrested by the thought police.
Can't say this, can't think that. Careful not to offend.
Everyone wants to say everything but no one wants to feel offended, gotta play it safe because we're so fragile we're of glass.
Everything gives a disease because no one gets ***** anymore in case we catch something, we've killed our anti bodies and our systems aren't so immune anymore, thank god we've got the pills to help boost whatever we need.
Poppin pills like pez out of dispensers that take notes, bills, ***, headaches, stomachaches, spells of dizziness, dry mouth, restless leg syndrome, homicidal thoughts, suicidal thoughts, being too hungry, not being hungry enough, back pain, hand pain, toothache, and a million other issues that probably could be solved with a little bit of effort but nope, pills and an arm and a leg Dr. bill are the cure.
Paying way too much attention to celebrities while everything burns. Then when the fire reaches you it's time to worry.
You're just the newest sapling in the fire that's swallowed by the flames of drama, gossip and *******.
A million dead artists their bodies all point to the way, the treasure of art, soul and comedy, tragedy, drama, political and social commentary- all with points to make, yet YOU don't like what they had to say, so you censor the words you don't like, you twist the meaning to fit your offense then crucify the speaker and "expose" them for all they are.
**** that.
People cuss, people hate other people, people say words and think thoughts you may not like, they may have different ideas, they may write or song or act in ways you don't approve.
Deal with it.
The world still spins, you still grow and go on, there are important matters to attend to if you could just pull your head out of your *** for two seconds.
No matter how much you try to clean up the act, the dirt under still remains. The world is not some clean, pristine, air tight seal where you will get your way, don't like what's on tv? Change the channel, don't like what's in the book? Don't read it.
Don't like the song, the food, the people, the color of their skin, the way they talk, the politics- left or right. Then walk away.
It's their world too and you have to share it.
Sit down, strap in and deal.
