: Put it on yourself to be A role model, an image that you feel Should guide the habits, to form a movement of self-infatuated fools. Keeping "Each
: Prolonged exposure, In a world where I try to belong. I try to belong. Character cessation, On a major scale of depression. Declining sense of fear
: Sadness, despair. Sometimes the things I cherish, Sometimes that's all I've got, And that's enough. Bitterness, anger. Man made torture, Not to be
: Pushed, promoted, justified? Perhaps not guaranteed. Reassuring cash transfer providing leads, Media profile - fallacies we need? I think not! Labels
: Thought trained to succeed. From here on the pain begins. We're maggots, cast in the sea of struggle - Bait for the big fish. Crawl, forever crawling
: Reproach envelopes me. A hierarchy through violence-street society. I voice my contempt. Convinced of my immunity. Yet on a smaller scale, In my
: Got to grab all while you can - a perversion! Once you had the gall to even up the score, Moving in common circles, Where the circles stood for human
: Sometimes I wallow, in an air, Somewhere between a state of good intention and pathos - no worries! I've got time to kill! Wear my bleeding heart
Put it on yourself to be A role model, an image that you feel Should guide the habits, to form a movement of self-infatuated fools. Keeping "Each to
Thought trained to succeed. From here on the pain begins. We're maggots, cast in the sea of struggle - Bait for the big fish. Crawl, forever crawling
Reproach envelopes me. A hierarchy through violence-street society. I voice my contempt. Convinced of my immunity. Yet on a smaller scale, In my conflicted
scales of balance, Secrets hidden, Sin after sin in their eyes. Understanding is now too late, Utopia is banished, The very morals trusted in have brought
Sadness, despair. Sometimes the things I cherish, Sometimes that's all I've got, And that's enough. Bitterness, anger. Man made torture, Not to be shared
Prolonged exposure, In a world where I try to belong. I try to belong. Character cessation, On a major scale of depression. Declining sense of fear
Saturating, pre-assuming icon of the youth, Ways and means to call the shots, Fingers in the pies which resign us from vacant urges, Facing the bombardment
Pushed, promoted, justified? Perhaps not guaranteed. Reassuring cash transfer providing leads, Media profile - fallacies we need? I think not! Labels
Sometimes I wallow, in an air, Somewhere between a state of good intention and pathos - no worries! I've got time to kill! Wear my bleeding heart on
I abstain! Summon my pride? What? Pride behind your blinkered eyes? Your vigilance is shit "The lads together" - you fall! Smug complacency, Notions