You say we fight for the red, white and blue,
That our people are this country's foundation...
Whispers as I walk down the street,
knowing glances thrown my way...
Must a common-era end with a period,
Sanctimoniously to please the myriad...
Tunnel
Tunnel vision has got me down...
Injustice takes a photo of the world,
unfolding pictures of her sadistic children...
I believe in Angels
God's messengers on high...
Everyday you look at her,
You think to yourself,"Poor thing."...
I used to pray for things like grades
Like fun, and looks, and friends...
Where do the years go
slipping by so fast...
Dear heathens, hypocrites, and sinners...
They know how hard it is
Life and it's challenges...
What is there to believe in, in life
All we see is the hatred and strife...