**** **** **** **** me
You keep saying
I keep *******
And you keep changing
I keep thrusting and you keep saying  
I don't love you
So Why start changing?
So I *******
You start playing
I wake up
You start laying
I think I will
Always be changing
Oh, I thank God I'll always be changing
But never for you..........

I'm so ******
I can hear the voices
\but maybe/  \This is what I was told I'm used to/
   \cause I /
     \know/
       \Oh /
         \I / know I don't derserve to have a choice
                 and my epistemology
                       to other proles
                                    inspired, and they listened
                                          When they felt like
They never had control
But it's all refuse of the mind
   You I never proclaimed the truth
      But I'm so ******* hateful
           (The voices came back and....)
         ******* IT, THERES NOTHING ELSE THAT I CAN DO

Scorching Flames
         liberating the hate
Ensconsed in your brain
        A bile left from change becomes
Food for the conductor shoveling coal for another train
Flames to ash
Ash to dust
The dust to black
The waste is us
From the ground above
The memories erased
The process rebuffs
The claim is ours
But it's nothing new
I may profit from your death
But I'll be joining you soon

Can they stand up to us
Long enough to shake our bones?
Are they really as brilliant as they say?
Why is it so subjective?
Even in the daytime I can still feel the same and so ambiguous  all at once so
I'm as complicated as you want me to be
Changing tires on the wagons of our crumbling democracy
Feeling whether or not anything changed
I never caught it at first like everyone else
Daydreaming of hell  feeling insane
Re-creating more pain
Breeding isolation
Even though now
I'm more like everyone else

A dead, callous soul addresses the pundits
Another fiction for the public to erupt
Never trust
And forget that there are those of us
Who still give a ****
And believe in a world where we can change the game
in the name of love

The virus is getting worse
But the worst of course is always
The first time
You really want to live
Maybe you'd do anything and Maybe you'd do everything and it still would not matter
It's more like a curse
Sometimes we fight to get through
Sometimes we give up
We've all felt that way too
Do you keep dying in your head
To humble yourself through?
I'd cling to someone if I had someone to cling to
But there is never a soul to be found
I fade away from that sound