Say it to my face if you mean it
Facing my demons
Daily
Believing
There's something better
Next season (x2)
Been breaking every bone
Trying to fit into this space
This box is not a home
All these monsters in my brain
Swallowing my body whole
Take me out of this place
This box is not a home
Take me out of this place
The calendar's changing
But I'm still stuck in the same
And there's no way out of this frame
That they locked me in
Growing gray with every pa**ing day,
What a waste.
Been reaching for deities to save me
Or for some definition of freedom
Living within levels of slavery.
Rod Stewart
Give me some sort of reason to believe
While the wonderful world of Disney is burning.
Now it seems
My skin
Is simply bursting at the seams
And soon
I'll literally spill my guts
To paint the town red
With my blood streams.
"Awfully ominous,
Aren't we?
Existentialist sh** is boring. "
Off with his head.
Onto another story.
Gory details
Of survival
Are forming
Calluses onto my body.
Only worms will witness all of this glory.
Another dreaded sunny day
So let's find reasons to complain!
I've been around the world
And noticed
Humans s** the same.
Clichés say....Clichés say
"One day Everything will be ok"
So let's go to the cemetery gates
And wait for everything to fade away.
"Ok"
Make me up and paint me with a supermodel face.
New bone structure
With a more popular taste.
I'm afraid my frame is far too wide
To try to grace the pages of your magazine
So toss me with the waste.
I'm vomiting
all over f**ing prominence!
Slowly tearing the palace to only
Rubble and embers barely glowing
Say it to my bloody face if you mean it!
Fame is something meaningless.
Beating melodies into brains
And feeding people sh**.
Isn't it awful to be tossed into potholes
Of poverty by apostles of gold and property?
I don't even really wanna know
Where the world's gonna go
When the last body decomposes.
Hopeless romantic dreaming up possibilities for the planet.
This life - never can plan it -
Baby imma live it to the fullest if I can
And stand up to the gargantuan
Robots and cops watching.
Boxing us into some awful operating system
And plotting constantly to keep the population from revolting.
While the world is eroding
They'll remain the only ones
Controlling.
The time has come!
For us to stare directly into the sun
The time has come!
To stop blindly following swallowing crumbs
The time has come!
To take back any bit of freedom
Gotta feeling
The time has come!
To hit him with punches
From the bunches of us suffering.
f**ing taste razor blades.
Bash face to face.
Displace the state
In any way we may.
Say no more.
All of us eaten
Like
Animals.
Beaten.
Bit into our flesh
And our speech
Is defeated by
Our own leaders.
Don't tell me it's ok
I don't wanna hear another damn cliché today.
If you a undercover cop or a snitch
You're a pig
And you better not set a f**ing foot where I live.
We don't even know who we are do we?
It's sad to think.