This is it: what I wanted
So why does it feel so empty
I deserve this. All As. A Diploma.
Tassel to the other side of the
Hat
Ha
H

W
Wa
War
Tassel to the other side of the war
Did I not earn this
Did I not do my best
Did I not try hard enough
I tried TOO hard.
It’s empty
No diploma. No As. No tassels. No war.
This is it.

Rejoice, peers! For tis our savior:
An infinite Summer
Time ticks not in time of Summer
Grass, ticks, popping, fires of Summer
Hark, the Sun; shining, straining
Blessed be those of Summer,
An infinite Summer
No time, but always time for fun
Fun passes not in fun of Summer
Fire, grasses, falling, suns of Summer
Hark, the Time; flying, straining
Seek not the unknowing ending
An infinite Summer
And Rejoice

There’s deadline for everything.
Every project,
every assignment,
every year,
every life.
A deadline for them all.
And I’ll collect when your deadline is due.
Wether or not it’s grim is not up to you.

It’s a miracle we even survived
‘cause you’re a liar
I’ve got no reason to wanna die
‘cause I’m a fighter

I’m swallowing my blood
I’m swallowing my pride
I’m swallowing my tears
When my mouth runs to my eyes

I’m falling down to sleep
I’m falling down to earth
I’m falling down to hell
When I vote against my birth

You’re taking back my voice
That you gave to me
You’re taking back our choices
You said would set us free

This is not diplomacy
This is not a union
This is not democracy
When we’re all acting like fools man

It’s crazy to think that we
even got this far
It’s crazier to see
Missiles instead of shooting stars

Yapping about religion
Crapping on people’s rights
Sapping up to the masses
And clapping ‘bout losing fights

It’s a miracle that we lived this long
‘cause, guys, we’re dying
We’ve gotta try to keep moving on
‘cause now we’re silent

I’m choking on my thoughts
I’m choking on my spit
I’m choking on all the hurt in the world
Man, this sh’t ain’t it

I’m crashing into pedestrians
I’m crashing into towers
I’m crashing into judges
Man, you’ve got a scary lust for power

This sh’t’s been going on for longer than it
should be
We’re acting a lot less stronger than we
could be

“F’ck the gays”
“F’ck the coloured”
“F’ck education”
We are smothered

It’s a wonder that you’ve even survived
‘cause you’re a whiner
We’ve got “no reason” to be acting surprised
B’tch, we are MINORS

We are paying for the sins
Of our forefathers
We got more loses than wins
And barely any dollars

It’s miracle we’re even alive
Society’s lying
We’ve every reason to wanna die
Yet we’re. Still. Fighting.