running into the night
chasing dreams
with a bottle full of trouble by your side

passing streets filled with blood
searching for silver soldiers craving escape
to fight against a rising hell

when the dust has cleared
the rebels stand tall

the rebels have defeated the army
and a nation has been born

the nation of misfits

You think you're a rebel?
So charming and laughable
You defy the norm?
You are not unique
You're just another copy
You can't even be yourself
so pathetically and easily influenced.
layers and layers that hide the real you,
do you even know who you are anymore?
Nor do I
I'm a hypocrite
Who does anyway?
Lost, buried and never found,
never to be again.

Do you ever get so frustrated in a situation
because you know you are right
but because society is the way it is
you are considered wrong?

Do you ever get blamed for something
you didn't do
just because society is the way it is?

Do you ever want to get people to change something
but they're scared of being judged
just because society is the way it is?

Do you ever want to make yourself happy
but can't
because society is the way it is.

Do you ever just
wish it wasn't the way it is?

Mother, I have seen you shed tears for death
I have witnessed you cry for me too
For the mistakes I have made so frequently
And the pain I once caused you
For being the rebel child
But you never once stopped loving me

I know you have been through mill
We have been through it all together
Families like ours cannot be so easily torn
When a mother like you is at the head
I will never stop caring for a mother like you
Who always tries her level best to make ends meet
To always provide for her family
Even if the outlook isn't too bright

Remaining positive for all of us is your absolute strength
When we need you most, you always deliver
I'm trying to put it frankly, as easily as I can without being corny
But I do not think you have ever truly known how much I love you
I am grateful and lucky to be your daughter
Even if I might shout at you, or seem rude
I would not be the person I am today without you

You are the one I blame for my loud mouth
The one I accuse for giving me my small stature
You have given me my thick mane of unruly hair
I am sure I get my worrying nature from you
The one who cares much more about everyone else rather than herself
You have given me the gift of life
And it's something I can never pay back
Thank you mom, for everything

Revolution in a bottle,
realization in rebellion.
Unexplained, a recreation.
Never a conformist,
radical mind,
the best kind.
Stand up, stand out,
stand tall, stand strong.
Show the world,
the right in wrong.
Be the change you want to see,
state of mind,
free.

Jesuit Pope reigns  .  .  .
Blood red in ignorant cold,
  .  .  .  Cardinal in snows.

Ink crawling paper
Teacher rambles, different
The student writes

listen to my rebel yell,
because i refuse to conform,
breaking out of my shell,
i am the eye of the silent storm.