Who made these rules and words we speak, the decision of good and evil defines as the laws of gravity , what goes up must go down.  Where there is life there to will follow in death . Even the flowers that bloom wither away with time , soil begins to mold as the waters drip from the sky and the sunshine heats the world . Opposites attract and love and hate. Who made these rules we crave . Heaven to hell, right and left, sinners and saints , to rich and poor who made these rules we say

Give me something to be deprived from
                    I will take it anyway
If there are no rules that I can follow
                    I will break them anyway
Whoever said it's simple
                    Never tried to LIVE a day.
No truth can be prescribed through
                     HATE.

You're like a record.
Play one side,
and you think you know the whole tune,
but flip it once
and it's all brand new.

It's only fitting that people be music,
since life is a dance
we must all learn the moves to.

The ****** walls of the room,
Were the brightest of them all.

Breathe in and slowly out,
Were the whispers outside the walls.

Never eyes to eye with the devil,
Always glue them to the floor.

Do as you’re told,
Was the sweet simple rule.

No back talks or loose tounges,
He knew how to deal with them all.

Never eyes to eye with the devil,
Always glue them to the floor.

Sweet lullaby from the hall,
Was the only soothing sound through the walls.

Never speak nor move,
Oh dear, how simple were the rules.

The ****** walls of the room,
Were the brightest of them all.******

Trapped in an prescripted plan
Held back by unwritten rules of the human clan

I wander down the dark alleyways and I hear them whisper
You should do that! You should do this!
You're not a kid anymore stop the whimper!
Forget those foolish naive dreams!

As I get older those whispers get louder
I hear them scream
Go to college! Find a partner! Work from dust till dawn to satisfy the hunger for the papers so intoxicating, so beautifuly green!

But what is this for if it doesn't bring me joy?
What if I don't want to live the same boring life as they all did?
egoistic without purpose so horribly materialistic

No! That is not the path I want to take
I'll rather be broke than fake
I'll rather be single than in the arms of a snake
I'll rather be uncertain than certain about every little detail

Set me free so I can be what I was always destined to be
I'll find real happines for me and I don't need you all to agree

i can't write when i should
my words don't like rules
they have their own sleep schedule
but ohhh when they want
to came and play i can't stop them
they are pouring out of me
like a juice out of those juice boxes
when you blow air in the straw
...
/M.A/