A Cry for ReliefOne man's escapism is this girl's playground;Another man's power could be my weakness.But one man's wealth doesn't equal my poverty, just my ambition.Jealousy is this world's most pragmatic emotion.No such thing as morally implicative, just the racially indicative;We trade guilt for the consolidation of our roots All of us, a sacrifice of pride for the good of polite society.Consumers dictated by the collective subversive,We write our own tragedies and cash in our faith.Cast your vote so we can hurry up with this;Selling out integrity for the unbridled bliss of ignorance.Fill the void of spirit and soulWith a fist full of cash an industry of coal.Wipe the slate to provide the State with space Rented with the option to hate.These sheep are groomed for slaughter,But not before education fleeces their fate.This girl's escapism is another man's profit;My personal power is the whole world's Achilles heel.My poverty doesn't equal your charity, trust me: I know.
Tastes Like FantasyIt's hard to believe I'm better off this way, better off alone.I can't believe I carried your dead weight all the way home.It hurt at first to be severed, but this feels better.Don't turn your back; I've still got the knife you left in mine.Don't relax; I'm not giving in, just biding my time.I can't accept all the regret of ten years' deceit;I can't accept the life I've led for reality.I need the smoke in my lungs to hide the hurt in my eyes;I thought about what I've done, how I hid through my lies.Don't turn your back; I've still got the knife you left in mine.Don't relax; I'm not giving in, just biding my time.Can you see through the cracks? Can you see through to me?If you sift through the facts, can you carve out the key?I don't want your apologies, shallow and broken.I don't want your anthologies of hollow hoping.It's hard to believe I'm better off this way, better off alone.I can't believe I carried your dead weight; you're not going home.Don't turn your back; I'
Lease On LifeEvery card's a new beginning if I play it right;Every gamble can be won with the right dice.Lady Luck, I don't care for you anymore;Don't let Ambition hit you on the way out of my door.Don't try to pry inside of my leaseOn this, my only life I'll do whatever I please.Don't try to tell me how to say my own name.I never really liked you anyway.Every word becomes a lie if I say it right;Every truth can be skewered under the right light.Oh prescriptions, I can't take you anymore;By days' end, you always make me sicker than I was before.Don't try to pry inside of my leaseOn this, my only life I'll do whatever I please.Don't try to tell me how to say my own name.I never really liked you anyway.You may have made me hollow,But you're not deep enough for me to wallow.An ugly wound is what you are,But you'll disappear, just like every other scar.Don't try to pry inside of my leaseOn this, my only life I'll do whatever I please.Don't try to tell me how t
untitleda blank page.at two in the morning.a lull in the bloodstream,or maybe just in the mood swing.can't sleep. too scared.can't live. too trapped.it's dark outside.but life goes on, undeterred by night.it passes me by.so much painfor so many months;but I've grown used to it.it's not really pain anymore,just anesthetic.it almost never hurts.except for when it does.and when it does,it rips me apart.it breaks me.the way you broke me.only infinitely worse.I have to know:is this forever?