Undearneath overcast skies i stand alone to see none that once stood here before.
Faces I'd come to know and respect now ghosts burried by some who never viewed us at all.
In laughter we find truths of understanding that still cuts deep from wounds shall we stop the bleed?

I read words whom I once new as friends comfort is a mistress ive never taken grasp of.
A stranger in full view but unlike others I refuse to take my place amoungsnt the dead you decived.
Cowards turn there heads.
I stare into rejection straight as a arrow burnt on route towards the sun.

******* is for thoose whom belive themselfs better.
A sunset holds that emotion I was called compassion now ice does embrace my regret.
It's always in there eyes you see.
A well ment *** kisser is but a snake in the garden always waitting for a chance to strike.
When I view what its become I see nothing more than barren fields of once rich earth.

Mocking tone's seldom bite harder than silent thoughts.
Maybe they'll speak of me in shadow what they cant bare to view in light.
The bottel's hold was a vice a friends turn but a dream cast over a nightmare's decline.
***** them if they cant speak there minds.

Anyone can back down to fools with soft words and even weaker minds.
I still taste the bitter words like sand from the storm.
The fool is many things but seldom your pawn.

Ive just come here to view the headstones of a ****** up past.

Maybe I'll fade but never to anothers mush mouthed glee my words a venom
no rattle snake dare to match.
There's no friends in war and this false disney land reeks of ***** and cotton candy.


I'll take my place when they bury me alive for not everyones spine is made of paper.
***** the cowards for least the dead tried!
Rage is my thirst and no longer will I let you walk over
this grave without a fight.

The happy image is but a poisen pen a ******* up reallity in a ******* game I refuse to play.
Mock me to my face for i could care less.
For the thoughts of a coward are but rat dropping left only to decay and be forgotten.

Least the tombstones mark thoose who forever gave voice to what  a politician can never grasp.
When i close my eyes finale at least I rest my thoughts knowing who I truely am.

I want to live in a world of fantasy
So please repel reality away from me,
To see what I want,
Then desire what I see.
Lets universally share this dream
    
I live in a world of growing poverty  
Worthless horizons shadow over me,
Blind to the truth,  
Decived by beliefs.
Each sign of hope our nation steals.
                                                  
We live in a world of faceless thieves
Coltural races splitting at the seams,
Burried in our debts,
money's growing on our trees.
Humanities corrupt a world of back handed deals.

in my life nothing is as it seems
found a person who promises they love me
swears they care for me
buy ultimately
is lying
you see
i have been decived
i couldn't believe
emotionally abused
like seriously?
why me
and why does she have to be so
mean
but i love her
so treat me like a punching bag
hurt me because your mad
anything to make you glad
i gave you all i had
throw it out and laugh
that's the spirit
i hope you never feel sad
but please don't leave me
your all i have

Morality has lost its true course been decived of its worth by liberal deception a master plan of destruction forged by those who oppose the true foundations of democracy that hinders there personal agendas for traditional roles have been replaced with false values a campaign forged and designed merely to prevent the natural order of our existence

i am inside a maze

curved streets all around
glass neatly cut
sunshine that kisses the ground

everyone here is amazed

the trees are bright
anew green
everywhere you see is light

velvet dresses and lace

the sapphire sky covers the land
welcoming the birds
who sing and pray to the aboves

look at the skyline
oh, how pretty is the scene
of kids playing in these streets

and everyone in this maze
is happy and free
the air smells like flowers
it is always spring

we are all happy here
the highs of the land
the beautiful places where
good is all around

there's no thing as misery
there's no thing as theft
we are all happy
in this unnamed hell

do not let it fool you
do not let it blind
the whispers in the red mouths
are nothing more than chants
draw the curtains
do not peek inside
behind the jewles and ties
there's nothing more than lies

kids waking between sobs
wives countouring flaws
husbands drinking the green rolls

the houses are all the same
magnificents buildings one beheld
safe places for the lost

you would never know what goes down there
for the rumors are all true
but different from all

because that one might be pregnant
and that one is not sane
that one destroyed my life
but no one will ever tell
the tale that is unsaid

it is all a big set up
for the rest of the town to know
that we are all perfect
perfectly fit  for this hell-hole

do not mistake
do not be decived
for we all may speak freely
and elegantly
but we are all the same

all lost and not found
by this inmaculate maze

that blonde mane
and that pretty dress
they are all set ups
for that dark frame

it is insane how many believe
how some are blind
and pray over the prejudices
and stories spread

we are all pretending
fighting for the starring role
award-worthy actors
for a shame-worthy role

because we sail on the boats
and we play the sports
and speak the languages
and we sing the songs

it does not mean anything
especially not me
we are all pretending to be
especially me

i do not belong
i do not belong no more
the leaves are gone from the tree
and tree with no leaves is not worth
so i should go
i should start somewhere new
somewhere were no-leaves is rule
but i cannot, no
i shall not;
for all i know and love
is in this maze of mine

i may be the biggest glitch
a fault in a perfect system
what i was then is not what i am now
but i love the feeling
oh, i love the glam
i love the labels they put on me
and i wear them proud

because baby we are all lost here
and we all are genuine frauds