Who are you - to look at me and think you know something more? like you've been let in - on some big secret no one's heard before hand over - surrender
Sitting alone on the edge of the bed with her brittle arms supporting her head waiting for the day she dies her eyes are so blank and her skin is so
You can tell me that I'm addicted and I'll tell you that you're a dickhead we won't get very far with our words you can tell me I'm acting childish
The love I found has left me nailed to these walls an ornament of discontent, a raindrop caught in its fall but there's a choice for me to make and there
Your filthy icons, your shitty posters the fallen crosses of your failing culture the constipation, the pornographic of your creation like clogs in traffic
Now's not the time to start pointing the fingers not the time to start placing the blame now's the time to start asking the questions will this world
Jessie had some bags under her eyes she went to get them fixed and now she's constantly surprised her boyfriend is a body-builder turned stock broker
You?ve led an interesting life and I?m glad to hear about the things you?ve done, and the hardships that you?ve had to overcome. did I just lay it on
A broadcast on the radio, a prognosis promising snow. a wall of frozen H2O restricting where I want to go. I'm stuck in repeating a ritual to perpetuate
to be? victims of the bombs, you'd always pretend you didn't see you're never outside you're never outside you're never outside of calamity
I left a message at the beep asking you to call me up not like I'd mind sitting alone but I'd rather we met up to do the things that we would do and
Leave me alone if I wanted your opinion I'd ask you what you think I should do now with my head in the sand and my feet wearing concrete shoes I don
feeling your touch would provide and on the sensation of feeling alive if I knew then what I now know too well, how the air seems much cleaner outside
I see a picture from another time it forces me to open up my eyes I stare subconsciously into the sun as if these images can burn undone it's an infected
I see the casualties of affluence, the rape of innocence and my heart is bleeding but compassion won't nurture the poor intentions won't rid us of war
