Despite the wild ride.
I'll try to smile wide.
If life's a lie I'll find a spine
and try to hide.
I like to ride the lines in my private time.
Why abide to the giant signs while driving blind?
We'll just die inside the biased time and violent crime.
While pouring on the iodine like life is fine.
Stars might align and we might reach the threshold.
Our hearts might decide to subside and leave this vessel.
Revel in the dull grays,
in your minds hallways.
I still believe in always.
I keep it in the crawl space.
Raw scrapes on long days
are meant to be bittersweet.
Sent to me timidly to sensibly
intervene with a dream.
I sit here defenseless.
Down in the trenches.
Heart pounding relentless.
From the sound of a sentence.
I probably should've stayed in bed
and never raised my head.
The food is made of lead.
So today we're dead.
Lord I'm bored
from the madness of average.
Sore from the war and the last kiss
on chapped lips.
Rereading the passage
is like squeezing your cracked ribs.
A savage practice
of ripping of the wings we're cast with.
Sit and watch the grass die.
But don't ever ask why.
Wake up with a black eye and
blame it on last night.
Pass by but don't forget where you're headed.
This embedded in apathetic end that we're fed with.
Basically it's make believe the way that we're living.
Impatiently we wait to see to claim there's an ending.
Complacently we hate to breathe and face what we're missing.
But bravery won't stay with me I'll stray from ascending.
What I mean to say is let's leave today.
It's a leap of faith so just lead the way.
Everyone's been lied to.
It's the hand that feeds that bites you.
They try and shove a knife through
every single tried truth.
Buy new,
or sell it used for profit.
Or throw it in the fire and breathe in all of the toxins.
I find it strange
and a crying shame.
How we force climate change
and take lives in vain.
Blind to the pain
with the existence of barbiturates.
We go and earn certificates but all our hearts are sick of it.
Give a shit or live in it.
It's all so insignificant.
Diminished with the benefit of being quick to finish it.
A membership to a club you want no part of.
Things start rough,
get carved up,
parch, fuck, and starve us.
Spark plugs
in the place where your heart was.
We beat our drums hard cause we march
when the dark comes.
I get the pay off.
From the same job.
But hope to get laid off so I can just daywalk.
They shot
whoever got in the way.
Stoppin to pray,
walkin away,
feelin godly today.
But he's not in this country,
all they worship is money.
Morbid corpses that morph this courtship into bloody.
Sunny,
but only from the ultraviolet rays.
burning off the skin on your sullen silent face.
Die today.
And try to tell em it was worth.
Or take the purpose you purchased
and toss it in the furnace.