I'm not free. Sound the bell is freedom gone?
The trust in you has now begun to fall
Chop symbols like a harlot, sickening, dealing.
Grin at the ground my friend you don't deserve skies
Moral is dampening
Why, crazy streets amass with people
To shop and conform freely

Divide and Speak
Veins, now show what it means
Those social fears, don't quench their thirst

Scary words appear on walls
where once the art of freedom called
They hover-over the increasing poverty of this obsessive life

Divide and Speak
Veins, now show what it means
Mess and success
Those social fears, don't quench their thirst

Day by day
They get closer to hell. They don't care, place your bid
Day by day
Well, what about the rest? We're in a crisis
Day by day
You're decaying with greed. Well, you wanted this
Day by Day
Day by Day

Suicide Notes fall from your eyes
Clapping hands and bright white smiles
Sound no value, I won't greve you
You still sleep with it you don't dream of it

Divide and speak
You don't care a bit
Some don't see through it
You don't care a bit
Words not worth spit
You don't care a bit
We're sick of your ****
Leave

calm and
fast-flowing but
unsuspecting of the
sudden drop, where it tumbles--
with its glorious white
droplets of pure
life, soon to be immersed
in darkness,
uniformity,
among the others
who've broken,
fallen,
before it.
and they all mend as one--
as the river,
still moving speedily along
but faster, with the memory
of free fall

Everyone has those Edgar Allan Poe moments
When they sit depressingly
Thinking of the Death
That is around the corner
And all around them
They call them pessimistic
But in truth
They are just
*Simply lonely people that need to be loved