The irony of my performance that I dig in to the depths of depression and despair, spit it all over a microphone, pour out every brittle and heartbroken amount of emotion I can so people can clap and cheer.

Wonderful times have a hard time with nice rhymes.
I've tried to reach the sky and push the limit,
but I can't seem to quite those things that keep me down.
so I surround and ground and proud and sound out
my frustrations and reservations.

Strange is the power of fear
It engulfs you and your reasoning
Strange is the power of loneliness
It finds rescue in words
Strange is the power of heartbreak
It finds strength in emptiness

Being complete is probably bad for your art
To connect, you have to be broken
Life is funny that way

The human race,
is a pure disgrace.
Making people feel small, so they feel big.
Taking away their rights and continuing rebel fights.
Growing up we learn the basics,
one being  speaking and expression of oneself.
When we reach 16 and know highschool won't benefit us,
we must stay seated and keep quiet,
because our parents want us to pass.
ironic.
Making age a determining factor as to whether or not they are wise.
"I would advise you not to judge me,
for have you ever even tried,
to fit into my shoe?
i suppose not"

Firing shot guns at an individual in reflection to their skin tone,
using animals as testing products and ignoring sightings of UFOS.
Incredible brains rotting away;
in a country not so far from away from us,
water is 1000 miles off from home,
yet, in the next city there's a KFC
irony once more.

There are unnoticed souls
who are only craving kindness.
Noticed souls whom only desire to benefit themselves.
this human race
is a disgrace.
This human race is an ironic mess,
now after taking your time to read this,
forwardit to your friend and laugh.
because thats what humans do

Pollinating  a red flower in a frenzy, a blue butterfly ruminates:
"This act,a prompt, nature coincides with time,is hardly appreciated"
"You tickle me, in a way I haven't known ever,Yes, I love it"
twitching involuntarily the flower seems to hold on to that moment.
" After all, we couple in the interest of  posterity, let's not forget"

Constriction is the missing key
To make subversion fleece through
Floss papers and faux notes
Knowing that no one would notice

But holy god if
Removal of all
Restraints and due process
Didn't make for some ****** up ****

Then it came full circle
If you ask me
Everyone is far too unnecessarily
Coy
All I can say is, whats the ******* point?

I swear, no one says what they mean
To protect whatever little
Artistic integrity
They might have left
Or drummed up in a futile attempt
To capitalize on a parasitic and spastic
Completely arbitrary meteoric rise

Like

I heard a song on the radio
That felt like static
******* why
Did someone take the time
To write lyrics
So insipid
Intrinsically missing
Every point attempted

Then second guessing
And cross guessing
And ******* up
And overdressing

Every single
******* word

And there was only like
Ten
Of them in the song anyway

Someone once said
I was far too blunt
And I should try and dance around my points

So I took out my thesaurus
Flipped straight to the word ****
And made it clear I didn't give a ****