Failure! This holds no promises or look what I have dones It?s holding onto something and that something?s probably flawed I don?t want a gullet full
I?ll cast a thousand votes and write a thousand books And thoughts of mine still won?t be heard You can create a priceless art that seldom ever hear
Work hard, play nice then send your souls to paradise That?s your choice, one beekeeper, several billion bees My honey quota will land me a spot inside
Let ?em hear you in the back. The muffled whispers from the back of the hall resonate right through the crowd. The wall of sound takes aim and quickly
There?s a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve With every hack at synaptic gaps
its not about backbones this time around. Maybe one chance, I don't know. I keep on counting down, I keep on getting to zero. Dragging ourselves over the canyon
Exhaustion takes the wheel and separates situations into delusions Rip apart the clouds and point fingers in my face Shouting, ?everything will stay
Here?s to the day when all the skies turned white. Warm powder coated parking lots, familiar thoughts, most higher forms of life. And all the commotion
One time was not enough. Fourteen and lost, combing through the jungle sounds. The taste hit buds and got stuck like a desert island citizen. Irony settles
Products of lust through incidental reproduction A group of kids stuffed, primed and fated for self destruction Four or five years will get the job done
You said it kid, you said it You made your point and it?s getting pathetic No it?s not just another word, You?re talking to yourself Ignorance with
It?s like a tidal wave inside my brain eroding every thought away Blindfolded, I try spear gun down my own tail of blame Intelligentsia, mediums, media
