It's been a while
No more words
Amazing the effect that has

I don't care
I won't be crushed

No, I won't.
But isn't that the tragedy of it all?

How all of this world spins on games
And sassiness
Money and irony
Along with ***** skills.

All of that is great
But it builds these walls so high

You think they've gone down
Till you bleed your head on the sharp bricks
As they fall, heavy, into your lap
Staining you skin and your clothes

As it seeps into you
Then grinds you back into the ground
Back into your home

But I don't want to go!
And on goes the grinding sound of those walls
Coming ever closer

With control.