People think prison or death
Are the best punishments...
If I was gone
Who would know...
What would I do,
Leave this place I know so well...
The potential of a man
is something that he can do...
The clock is blinking Seven-thirty
Can barely see the sunrise for the trees...
I have eyes like none of yours...
Eyes that see what others can't...
The rusty barrel sits in the alley way
orange that glows from inside it...
Laying in the halls
how I'm a bloody mess...
I’m tired of the calling
Of different names...
Looks can be deceiving,
The poison of a plant...
So many people are hiding,
Hiding behind a mask of lies...
Their hair is always perfect
their clothes always match...