Yew Nork Ity

And it's all the same, everyday
Lets drink till alcohol leaks through our veins
and do cocaine till our hearts bleed snow white
and why should i give two fucks what you do in your spare time

because it's the people you affect
it's the things you do that make it seem okay
but it's not okay.
you're scene should've died with the 80's


why stay alive when you're already dead
WHY STAY ALIVE WHEN YOU'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD!

and so called fashion fuels your passion, for vodka and wine
endless days, where you forget your nights, and you met a pretty cute guy
but he doesn't care if you're hair is dyed and your heels are white
and you don't care either
so where's the passion...

which brings me to my next question
why stay alive when you're already dead
fucking dead

Living in an Hour Glass

I tend to look outside this glass house
I tend to see all the drunks, romantics, and lushes
and through the midst of love and despair
can i ever really find my place in your arms?
Will it feel the same from now or in 12 months?

It's hard to play these games with you
and pretend it's not dying
and you make me smile
but inside i'm trying...
so hard to hold onto you

my grip is wearing thin
our time is running out
if there was a way to make this easier
i'd sell my soul to find out

but i don't have that anymore

So when i'm too weak to show you love
will you leave accordingly?
will you never speak to me?
cause i don't want that.

You were once the one thing that kept me going
Now I don't know if I can keep up with life
and the more I try the more I realize
I can't be alive to be thinking these thoughts
A nobody and a selfish heart...all I ever was.

What It Means To Exist

I look down at my hands
and they are human,
not much opportunity in them
what do we contribute to our already broken society
we've lost our ways and stopped caring..

and i hear the lullabies of all the innocent lives
and the pain they adhere too because hope left them to die
these are the hardest times
and only the few who choose to survive and progress
will be left to pick up the pieces
the pieces to this mess

and we are disease
incapable of love without hatred
incapable of reason
back to the stone age we go
because we live off instinct
and not logic...we all forgot it

we all will be forgotten...

The Awakening (Open Eyes, Closed Mouths)

Have they rid you of your speech
Have you grown tired of what you seek
but never find, always hiding behind
you're alibi, and it's always same
even in the old age

the story goes, as it's told
in many different kind of ways
will we ever give up the charade
open your eyes, and see
the light will never come

what's progress when it's all tradition
all talk of a new world, but you still
exceed my expectations, on how corrupt a world can be

and how easy you all profit of all the innocent minds

when you open up to different perspectives
it gives your brain a fighting chance,
to fucking think for yourselves

I have no cross to bear, only my flesh and bone
only flesh and bone.