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We battle our masters with laughter that shatters the perception of contrasting stature. A giggle is a stave through the heart of catastrouphy. But we hide behined tears,
Much is wrong with our society, Treating people like scum, This causes some to turn to anarchy, But choas without purpose is dumb. We all have a lesson to learn, Unity is the way to peace,
Oh leagality? Is there a solution to The problems?
Nothing is free In the grand scheme of things. But I want your lies tonight. Broken men have broken courage it's broken and miss construed. And I myself am broken. So let me have your lies like glue
Oh lord, Shatter my heart through The barbed wire fence That embodies my logic And philosophy. Let my heart be an open wound, Let it feel the laceration That is the result of your truths.
There is a stupidity in this world. It drifts from person to person And it lingers in crowds. It is subtle but so widely stretched It encompasses the whole of humanity.
At the end of all things. There is a grand scheme. No body gets to be happy. If you are, you bought the lie. Take your poison, choose the flavor. Each shot will kill you none the less.
It's been said before by many and few but among them this quote reigns true it's me against the world and the world is winning, it's become so cold no one has the strength to be bold, it's a world where people are told what not to be and what not
Good boy. Give them your life. Nothing will be done for you, For no one cares. They take your good nature, And they twist it to labor They use you. You are a strong back with hands and arms.
We worship You The white walls, with marble pillars. These alters we construct on our school grounds. We have sacrificed our kids to be Your gladiators. And you shower us with blessings.
It sucks to suck. It sucks we all suck. Suck it! I guess it's useless. There aren't many people who are a real. I ain't talking about a the trend of being real, I mean really real.
As I sat in my chair one evening fair, with my family sitting there without a care. I heard a blare from Satan's layer, to come and snare my right to heir. My family heard it too, what to do? is this a demon come for you?
Farm these bodys, and harvest these men! We are a nation of tax producing hens. Free in this pen, the field hides our fence. The illusion of choice makes us feel human.
I spun a web from death bead threads. those dreaded ends of sheets to shreds. If you see the way that I am going, My friend you must know where I went.
What good are the "spacious skies," what good are the "amber waves," what good is the "purple mountain majesty" when we cannot enjoy them, when we are impounded, confined in the Prison of Capital?
She's suicidal, Finally done, Looking up to their idols, Chest feels like a ton, Slowly losing vitals, It's no longer fun, The endless cycle. She's not the only one,
All this education, and we were never taught to love ourselves. Our knowledge was, instead, forced to be something else. Created in classrooms, within white walls.
Morning bells boom betwixt lofting ashes and Unsheathed blokes razing the town; Pirates about pillaging and raping As they please; Militia have fled the town. Morning bells strike as the hanging and
I like the feeling of not doing what I'm supposed to do I like the thrill of running from what is good for me Coincidence is beauty But when we make it it's just fate And when we think it's random,
any standing structure, they throw on gas setting it ablaze and melting the brass on fear and freedom these fires do insist and further the plight of the anarchist collapsing On top and rising below
Don't wear an upside down smile No matter what your life is worth while Take it from me, I lost my daddy But I refuse to let that terminate me Yes I miss him Yes it hurts
Freedom, what a word. It is so obsorb. Freedom in a filter, perhaps so. Some however, will not let the filter go. Afraid to let the scars show, Afraid to be less then pro.
Welcome to America! Land of the brave and free.
That by Israel, the Palestine are the True Chosen, And that the Chosen be the Devil's Synagogue. And as that, Anarchy is Order; & Leadership is Chaos.
Welcome to America, I said and truly meant. I hope you'll find it lovely here, We have no government.
There's no government There's no rules There's no one to tell me I have to go to school There's no government The laws don't count this week I can park from here to corner
When confusion sets And you lose your bets The world blinks in stone; When guardians fail And morals pale You think you're all alone. When leaders fall And sickness crawls
The idea of no government An idea seen as insane Human nature prevents the absence of government For humans tend to seek power But how can one individual have more power than another If we all are equals