What kind of world is this?
We're all carrying knives behind our backs.
Civil eyes conceal primitive desires.
We'll all go down together.
And we were wrong
Our faith was never rightly placed.
We will all waste our lives next to the fucking phone.
We'll waste away.
We'll die alone.
Goddamn prophecies scrawled on bathroom walls
Lipstick love letters on the mirrors.
Shards of broken hearts and bottles in the cafeteria.
Lonely hours in the corridor wondering "why me?"
Scan your past for a reason things are so bad.
You won't find a thing.
It's all in your head,
It's all in your head.
Friday, September 11, 2009
love and anger go together
I see faults in every corner
I see melody in all your eyes
I see a happy couple
And I wish I were blind.
Don't pity me, I pity you.
And I laugh behind covered eyes-
I will swallow you whole.
I wish I knew what was going on.
Everything I do, I do for you.
I wish you'd approve my anger.
I miss you.
I miss you so fucking much.
And all I see are cheap replicas
I nod my head in approval.
Sing along to meaningless words.
But nobody will ever see me.
Don't pity me, I pity you.
And I laugh behind covered eyes.
I will swallow you whole.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you so fucking much.
I see melody in all your eyes
I see a happy couple
And I wish I were blind.
Don't pity me, I pity you.
And I laugh behind covered eyes-
I will swallow you whole.
I wish I knew what was going on.
Everything I do, I do for you.
I wish you'd approve my anger.
I miss you.
I miss you so fucking much.
And all I see are cheap replicas
I nod my head in approval.
Sing along to meaningless words.
But nobody will ever see me.
Don't pity me, I pity you.
And I laugh behind covered eyes.
I will swallow you whole.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you so fucking much.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Angry
We need a liscense to live and die in this place
I was born into this ever expanding sewer
Where we come into and die and concrete boxes
Where we all perpetuate despair and destruction
Simply by being alive
And all the grinning models tower over mortal man
Selling us their wares- they're corporate prostitues
And yet they're more than we'll ever be.
But it didnt have to be this way.
I'm sorry, so sorry.
We'll bite our tongues in unison, say it's okay.
Say there'll be a brighter future, tomorrow's a new day
Turn a blind eye to the starving and the homeless
Holding out their dirty palms.
You apologise, turn away, and forget.
Give them some of you.
But it didn't have to be this way.
I'm sorry, so sorry.
I'm sorry, so so sorry.
But it's the end.
I was born into this ever expanding sewer
Where we come into and die and concrete boxes
Where we all perpetuate despair and destruction
Simply by being alive
And all the grinning models tower over mortal man
Selling us their wares- they're corporate prostitues
And yet they're more than we'll ever be.
But it didnt have to be this way.
I'm sorry, so sorry.
We'll bite our tongues in unison, say it's okay.
Say there'll be a brighter future, tomorrow's a new day
Turn a blind eye to the starving and the homeless
Holding out their dirty palms.
You apologise, turn away, and forget.
Give them some of you.
But it didn't have to be this way.
I'm sorry, so sorry.
I'm sorry, so so sorry.
But it's the end.
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