count these days, feel like i ran a marathon, more like a cigarette-a-thon, one three month day, six more lanes, so much concrete seems irrational, i
do you remember the first thing you had to memorize? was it the pledge of allegiance? a five year old stands for a flag that killed off all the real
the sun came up exposed the cloud the city put up grey mountains lost grey skies covered them up so what if we can make a million cars in one day or
i've seen a thousand thoughtless faces today a thousand i saw yesterday it's our ignorance that keeps us up to pace it's our tvs that keep us smiling
i hardly recognize this place i used to call it my home now it's filled with so many strip malls and wendys and shitty mcdonalds and all the houses look
i'm not angry i'm a no good piece of shit i hear that eeryday, it just rolls off my back left out frustrated no one to talk to alone with the thoughts
fall asleep in the living room, accept your poisoning, subdued by news cops or slogans, so it aint perfect but i hear this land is free, but whos so
remember the famous last words that someone famous said, "tell them i said something, dont let it end like this," on a re-upholstered leather couch in
problem solved yelled the police we wiped the shit right off the street human beings sentenced to death by means of winter and concrete i saw it on my
oh well, the shitpile caught on fire, it seems like natural selection, property values were plummeting anyway, didnt say they hear the people say, "cant
blah blah blah edwin eisendrath blah blah blah cha, blah blah blah nothings that important to me
another ugly fucking stare friendly faces seem so few and far between the older i get it seems i'm just a piece of shit to those even older than me why
all down the streets the signs read cheaper and better technology this capitalist vision is my nightmare, put up a sign in my face what the fuck happened
tears are not enough to change a system, do we want an equal race for education, shop, buy, comsume, this is what we teach our children to look up to,
third graders holding hands indians and pilgrims celebrating new found lands they tried to teach me that at school make the white race look superior it
Seems like another wasted day. Sometimes I think I think too much. Or my heart just seems to run away I thought of you, i thought of you FUCK THE WHOLE