Woke up this mourning (intentional I guess)
Thought I had it figured out
Thought I knew what this world was about
The world was mine for the taking
But I didn't want it
The Holy Land is on fire
But it is better than my backyard
Everyone says, "you have to care"
But no one gives a damn
Unless they're in a jam
And that's the way it should be
It is the only way to be free
All I can do is hate
Everything is right there
But it is so fake
It is real easy to be dumb
A little harder to be numb
Neither is what I want to be
I have this dark passion
Its the cancerous sun
All life comes from it
But it can kill you
Some people find a way
To escape;
Escape into the night
Find a way to be right
When everyone is wrong
I can't find love
It is not for me
Give it to the proles
But it won't fool me
If I could focus
I would come after you
But I will change
My rage will be quelled
My hell will be met by my heaven
And I will not be able to tell
Left with a gooey mess
Just like all the rest
Intentional I guess
Monday, January 16, 2006
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I enjoyed this.
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