You wake up thinking that things won't change in the morning, right? You see the stars and moon as nothing but some boring light? You go to bed and prepare for another war at night? You never look in the mirror 'cause it's a horrid sight? Oh sure, you might be born to fight, but it contorts the sign That nothing's fine. A sight for the sorest eyes. It's all, of course, a lie. And I know that often you're thinking "I'll fight the force this time." Only to come up empty. This fire's starting to scorch your mind. So now you never sleep at night because you hate yourself. You know that no medication could ever take the welts Away. They claim to erase the hell That plagues your brain. Some say you fell From grace. The safest way to tell Is the way you fake display yourself. You want to believe that your happy. You're seeming so sappy. That means there are things that have happened. You're screaming but keeping your passion The only thing apparent. Gleam with the fashion. Your knees out of action, You remember when that sad song played and you sang along. Now do my claims hold out accuracy or am I wrong? So tell me... I wake up thinking that things won't change in the morning, right. I see the stars and moon as nothing but some boring light. I go to bed and prepare for another war at night. I never look in the mirror 'cause it's a horrid sight Yeah sure, I might be born to fight, but it contorts the sign That nothing's fine. A sight for the sorest eyes. It's all, of course, a lie. And you know that often I'm thinking "I'll fight the force this time." Only to come up empty. This fire's starting to scorch my mind. So now I never sleep at night because I hate myself. I know that no medication could ever take the welts Away. They claim to erase the hell That plagues my brain. Some say I fell From grace. The safest way to tell Is the way I fake display myself. I want to believe that I'm happy. I'm seeming so sappy. That means there are things that have happened. I'm screaming but keeping your passion The only thing apparent. Gleam with the fashion. My knees out of action, I remember when that sad song played and I sang along. You're right, your words hold out accuracy or am I wrong? Am I wrong for doing this? Am I wrong for feeling this? Am I wrong for being this?

I was born leading the life of a true pacifist. In childhood, I played with the teddies from whose acidic Concoctions form the poison I breathe when the cool gases fill The abyss that I live in now. It’s the hell the news bask in. Propaganda equals profit for them. They show regard for us only when they can make a payment off us and then Plunge us into a total war. When bombs go off in the trenches Right in front of you, would you really think of arbitrary spending? Rather, you’d just want your hand back. You’d be hoping that this can’t last, But you can’t think when the air is green, reminiscent of anthrax. Clouds of specters surrounding you, choking you for not saving them. When the guilt settles down, you do nothing to show it’s phasing. Send A letter to the ones who are wishing you’d just come back to them. Assumptions and rumors are giving them a darker fashion sense. Would you want your wife to be waiting with a wreath for your wake? I figured not, so don’t turn my scars into a mistake. Look down. These trenches are infested. Look over, Witness the world in a barbed wire necklace. Look up and wonder in you’re really in that man’s hands. Just stay calm in the cavern. Don’t you dare go out to No Man’s Land. My struggle is one that I tried to paint away. My obligations for the service followed me, but I’d pay to stay Civil until my purpose was found in a gun and hazy, grey Landscapes. No Man’s Land is a beautiful picture. Ain’t it great? I’ll shoot them down and envision the deaths of Jewish men Stacking until it topples in holocaust. There’s no losing when The master race draws their zigzagged finish line, Though our bodies are dropping faster in every minute’s time. I wished for Christmas, I’d witness the vicious killings of the British Competition, but the vision I received was of peace. My inhibition is quickening, contingent with the sickening Singing ringing through the Eastern Front of me. I’ve been blinded slightly by a brightly ignited gaseous pesticide, I rest beside the dead as the debt on our country rectifies. My anger festers inside as gasses pester the climate And Germany begins falling. This calls for a mass genocide. Look down. These trenches are infested. Look over, Witness the world in a barbed wire necklace. Look up and wonder in you’re really in that man’s hands. Just stay calm in the cavern. Don’t you dare go out to No Man’s Land. Those days are over. The modern ways are in closure. I want to say we atoned, But the monstrous faces boast To return to the public eye. The propaganda still fluctuates opinions 'till something dies. Even now, nothing survives. They struggle to hide their intentions When they see us stand at attention And they learn the man that is mentioned Never worked for the cancer to be ended And by the second, greatness was mistaken for vengeance And jettisons precipitated, polluting the people senseless. Do you get the message? The war effort's for death. Yes, they're here to protect But corruption is like the devil: Infecting the mental integrity Of disheveled discrepancies 'Till it's level and heaven is Nothing but dead ends and elegies. I still steadily study statistics And focus heavily on factual evidence of misdirection, History is repetitious so fight for what you see fit. These leeches need us people to eat, but we need to not feed this.

To start this off, I'm sorry, Though not all these problems are me. You and me both have caused the army to fall an awful lot. See, You pursued a Saturday night the way you were told by Ozomatli. I would sit and wait for your heart instead of taking it all. You want me To be a little bit more forceful If I want to taste it. I only get a fork full Of respect, even after I paid mine With my pain. I'm making wishes to an oracle. Maybe with a bit of luck, I could change the pace. I stayed in this crazy race, Afraid of facing the fate That the sacred place Of your arms was a hatred's haven. Maybe that's why we're so far away. We're So far Away From reality. When I see Your face I think "Is this how it has to be? (Why are we so) far away?" Riddle me that I scribble and scratch Our twisted story into these raps. It's such a simple attachment That leaves me itching for facts Instead of listening aptly To your shit. Watch your ass. I've been staring too long. I know I aim to be strong, But now our situation's fame has evolved And the pain is involved With everyone who sees us with a stake in our hearts. We came and we saw. Now we'll never conquer phases and walls, But thank god. We're So far Away From reality. When I see Your face I think "Is this how it has to be? (Why are we so) far away?" Yeah. After everything that I gave you You still had a beat to play to And a target you wished to penetrate straight through As if this a game. You wouldn't pay dues Or sacrifice a solitary second, so I say screw you. I'm done being your cuckold. Every lie from you that I was told Has a price, so make sure you've bucks rolled. I was sucked broke from those months tolled. I'm a sub so what is it you want me to do? Tie another knot in the noose? Actually, thinking about it now, why the fuck am I even talking to you? Goodbye! We're So far Away From reality. When I see Your face I think "Is this how it has to be? (Why are we so) far away?"

Sometimes I find myself Questioning why I cry for help When all I’ve been good for is being auctioned off so my parents acquire wealth. This industry looks sick to me. In History, the people didn’t need To stabilize an economy with their children, see, But how would I know that with my lack of education? All I know is thread and patiently Waiting for when this place ain’t ahead of Satan. It’s like a hell all on it’s own. Why should I call it home? Why is it they design the children here to starve alone? With my eyes I see So many children being killed. With my ears I hear Screams of pain amongst this mill. With my hands I touch The lives claimed by these machines. Please, release me. I need to be free. With my mouth I taste Smoke, dust, blood, sweat and tears. With my nose I smell Suffocation lasting for years. With my heart I feel Like this isn’t what real life Is supposed to be like. Please, set me free! I plan to escape. It’s worth the risk. I won’t be worried. If The superiors hear about me, they can’t cause to me the hurting it’s Already implanted in my psyche. Turning and turning And burning away at my body like the coals that run it. It’s concerning To imagine what a kid like me will go through. If you’re curious, than I’ll show you. All I eat is porridge. Plain as Tofu And the dust will begin to choke fools Who end up in this nightmare. Never give a slight glare To the ones who make a living off of making light blares On your skin right there. You want to think the fight’s fair, but that’s what we all hope’s true. With my eyes I see So many children being killed. With my ears I hear Screams of pain amongst this mill. With my hands I touch The lives claimed by these machines. Please, release me. I need to be free. With my mouth I taste Smoke, dust, blood, sweat and tears. With my nose I smell Suffocation lasting for years. With my heart I feel Like this isn’t what real life Is supposed to be like. Please, set me free! I’m living and I’m livid at the civil conditions I witness when I carry out on my mission. Misery every minute. The industries are acquitted As if it’s Laissez Faire that’s taking over Great Britain. Never mind what the people think when you’re trying to innovate. Yet, you need them to listen. That’s how you get them to imitate What is seen as the low, the middle, the high class syndicates And deny education so that we never disobey. This is how you create modern society? Let the people burn, while the owners rise in the hierarchy? No wealth was ever spread entirely. That’s why the higher tease The children on the pyre, heeding nothing to their righteous pleas. Still, I guess it’s for the best. As the centuries go on and I have nothing in my chest, Maybe the blood, sweat and tears will finally have a purpose. Modernization, please don’t deem me worthless. With my eyes I see So many children being killed. With my ears I hear Screams of pain amongst this mill. With my hands I touch The lives claimed by these machines. Please, release me. I need to be free. With my mouth I taste Smoke, dust, blood, sweat and tears. With my nose I smell Suffocation lasting for years. With my heart I feel Like this isn’t what real life Is supposed to be like. Please, set me free!

You're the most beautiful thing in my mind. It's something that isn't defined But really divine. An angel sent from heaven deep in the sky I see in my eyes When I look at you. When I'm in the dark, you're body glows. It's sad to know that you're just a ghost. I'm in love with you though. They say I have to go and find a healthy way to cope, but I'd rather show You the hundred million ways that you're perfect. Alphabetical order. I know that you're worth it. I know you're not there, but I still wouldn't search For a better person, knowing there's no such thing. I've been neglected all my life. You can blame Zed's detention for the strife. My heart is red, rejected, ready, ripe For the taking. I made you so I give the rights to my angel. But when I was sober, you'd disappear. Do you want me to fall into drinking, dear? I'd do anything to see you smile, even if it means I have to take life and rid it clear. I'll take the ridicule. I'll take a dive into the kiddy pool. My life is yours. I want to feel your warmth, But your heart's cold as mine, making a frigid room. You sing a different tune. You leave an open wound Wherever you linger. Still I feel that your love is overdue. I just want to hold you near. Please, pull me closer dear. Your voice is all I hope to hear. I'm close to tears. I hope your real. (Every little glance my way, Every time you wanted to hang, You seemed so interested, Could you tell me, Was it real or was it all in my head?) I created this vision. I hate that we're living So separated. I can't take that we're different Entities. You were the only thing I had to change the lonely me. I'm taking risperidone, making you go away. I don't think that I want to go home today. Not without you, but I know it's the only way To truly be happy, but see my soul's insane. I'm begging for mercy. They said you would hurt me. I didn't believe you'd be venturing early. We were so close, when you departed, it was so messy and dirty. I question reality. Was it all an elaborate fallacy? See, you left me effortlessly. Did you even care? Actually baby, w-were you even there? You kept me alive back when I was a child. Even as I grew, you smiled and smiled. I wanted to take you to ride every mile Of life, but you decided you're tired Of trying. You started to vanish, so so did I. I'll see you again when I close my eyes, But they'll just take me away again. I don't plan to live without you. I guess I'm supposed to die. You were a poster sign For when my hopeless life Was going to go: Tonight. I overdose. Goodnight. The doctors close the curtains on my motionless body and hold the lights. I said you're from heaven. I hope I'm right. (Every little glance my way, Every time you wanted to hang, You seemed so interested, Could you tell me, Was it real or was it all in my head?)

If he could feel emotions, I hope this exposes them. His home wasn't broken, but it felt like a demon approaching When at the age of nine, he lost his emotions. "You'll get them back in the morning If the sun shines." But when he woke up, it was pouring. He hated water now. Hydrophobia was the only thing Left in his heart. Not even joy, anger or loneliness. He just wanted to feel. Pain, love, lust, anything. He was wishing that a miracle would come with just a steady blink. He always wondered who the voices in his head were. The ones who promised help, but made him hate the rainy weather. From there on out, he suffered, but silently. He was severed. He mastered faking laughs. He took a page right out the ledger Though he'd seem under pressure, But the pain couldn't be measured. He felt like the only time he could be happy was never, Until he went online and met people who made him better And things began turning around as soon as he met her. (I believe, I believe There's love in you Gridlocked on the dusty avenues Inside your heart, Just afraid to go. I am more, I am more Than innocent But just take a chance and let me in And I'll show you ways That you don't know) Because of that girl, he smiled for the first time In so long. The reason I make these words rhyme Is due to knowing love can beat out any mental illness. She provided a blizzard and cooled the pain out of his burned life. But that was all before the worst arrived. It always seems like God never lets the unhurt survive. The girl was hospitalized. Even if she'd act strong, She still had a heart attack, and after, she passed on. She was only seventeen. The past's gone, but not the memories it leaves. The last emotion he ever felt was the sadness of that loss. The pain would last long But he knew he had to act strong Like she did. If he could relive it without the secrets, He would, but now his feelings Will never be a real thing. But now she's resting peacefully so he's gotten what he was seeking. Her spirit lives within him And down upon him, she sings... (I believe, I believe There's love in you Gridlocked on the dusty avenues Inside your heart, Just afraid to go. I am more, I am more Than innocent But just take a chance and let me in And I'll show you ways That you don't know)