POETRY

We're Children of the Government (But we've Grown Up)
You're not my parent
But you say what I should do
Tell me what's right and set the rules
But you don't know what's best for me
Cause you don't know what I can see
I've gotten away with most of my crimes
And if I got caught I'd do the time
Forbidding my ways increases the thrill
I'll be playing this game until I'm killed

You write, on paper humanities laws
One by one, I'm breaking them all
You say I'm worthless pathetic scum
But fuck you all because I'm having fun
Not hurting myself, Not hurting anyone

Yes I think I'm old enough to make my own choices
Been doing it all my life
Showed the consequences, and left to decide
If I made the wrong choice, I learned the hard way
And the next time, I knew the price I had to pay

Laws were meant to protect the people
Then poloticians decide whats legal
And they end up supressing me
Taking me down on a felony
Now I can't vote and they can't see
Thier laws aren't based on societies majority
They're based on the views of the wealthy
In America money talks, people are greedy
Looking up to it like a GOD, I guess I'm not worthy
I don't want to be a part of the rat race
Stuck up yuppies are a disgrace, to the human race
I FEEL GREAT!!
Throughout my life
I've been tormented by the best
But I laugh in thier face
Laughing at the mess
Then one day, I walked down the wrong street
Through a demented madmans eyes I am seen
A sniper sitting on the roof sees me walking by
And decided he wanted to take my life
He didn't kill me for hatred, revenge, or spite
He just had a morbid urge to see my brains fly

Now I have a big hole inside my head
And my brains are oozing down my body
I know I'm just the victim
Of some demented madmans sadistic hobby

But I feel Great!!!
My bodies in a coffin, lying in it's grave
But I feel Great!!! I feel Great!!!
My mortal body no longer keeps my soul a slave
It can escape, It can escape
Into a distant realm, into a distant place
And I feel Great!!!


THINK FOR YOURSELF!!
Unleash your thoughts upon the page
Releasing emotions of rage, or love
Fear, because, of the unknown
Or confidence can flow
Especially the more you've grown
Growing up doesn't mean getting old
It means you listen to what your told
And sort it out, keep what you need
The rest is someone else's reality

Make your own reality, I have mine
And I'll never bow to the divine
Because it's only inside my mind
I am GOD, not Jesus' dad
That's just one of societies fads
I controll my life, I control myself
I do seek inner guidance for some help
With everything, everyone, throws at me
All the bullshit, that's your reality
Your a part of a game, a game I won't play
And you won't play mine
Because the rules are gone
Anarchy is sublime, you wouldn't last long
No one does, that's the point of this song
My reality is mine..... THINK FOR YOURSELF!!!!!!
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