Surrounded by false idols, the emptiness stares
all I ever wanted was for someone to care -
dead as the beat thrumming in my heart
a pain dislocated from the world
restless
apart
get your hand off mine
you ain't 18 anymore
there's no point in life
if nothing's sore
the hurt says you're still breathing
because one day your winning
and the next you're weeping
they sing of Angels and Evil
whilst ******** upon their own steeples -
politicians, bankers, users and ******
matrimonial monkeys with ideals
greed and grotesque galore
teary eyes are just a disguise
there's a story behind everything you despise
*[I hate our race, just make it quick
God humanity makes me sick]*
like rabbits in warrens
we fornicate
we flaw
corrupting minds that were designed
to experiment, explore
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
Surrounded by false idols, the emptiness stares
all I ever wanted was for someone to care -
dead as the beat thrumming in my heart
a pain dislocated from the world
restless
apart
get your hand off mine
you ain't 18 anymore
there's no point in life
if nothing's sore
the hurt says you're still breathing
because one day your winning
and the next you're weeping
they sing of Angels and Evil
whilst ******** upon their own steeples -
politicians, bankers, users and ******
matrimonial monkeys with ideals
greed and grotesque galore
teary eyes are just a disguise
there's a story behind everything you despise
*[I hate our race, just make it quick
God humanity makes me sick]*
like rabbits in warrens
we fornicate
we flaw
corrupting minds that were designed
to experiment, explore
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