Life is a horror, but honour this life.
It may be dark now, but fill it with colour.
Kinda like sky, magnificent blues.
Clouds shade our lives, sudden such solemn.
Rain shanks you like knives
Pure rage and despise
Disguised and duller.
Drips fall to your eyes.
Tumbling sound.
Thunder in clouds.
Power in murder
Giggling slaughterhouse.
Funny is life.
When life isn\'t sound.
Life ain\'t so simple.
Kinda fuckin profound.
Y\'know this wonderful horror.
Ain\'t monochromatic.
As blue breaks out
Perfected tactics
are blown and vibrant greys scatter in frantic
waves of warmth wrap you, apricity enchanted.
And dark hugs your innards in shadows of deep.
A feeling not shrugged off or shivered in freeze.
Nests in your soul, twigs fill at this hole.
Wonderfully crafted to peck at your whole
life handcrafted, perfection you\'re wrapped in.
Falsehood floods flames fuelling dedication.
Inspiration is waiting for fuel at this station.
Fulfill obligation then patiently pry.
Hydration, starvation, not top of the pri-
-orities, properties, freedom in boundaries.
Found many great skills? Absurd profoundaries.
Actually life is quite shit at these.
Believing in people\'s needs.
Then greed feeds the people with grazes and sores.
Steal their voices and stab till they bleed.
Blame them for bleeding on streets that are yours.
So smart are these people not born equal at all.
Teach them equality and then ironically swallow your own thoughts.
What\'s wrong with these strings of systems which are twisted till taught.
Ill taught is the wisdom, life crashes, abort!
Still haunts us with useless uses of land.
Schools lose us to nooses \'cause we can\'t make a few grand.
As one still stuck in this cycle not yet let the fuck out
It\'s getting dangerous in here, but leaving isn\'t fucking allowed.
Frustrating us with things that won\'t help is allowed?
Learn history but not future, learn nature not nurture.
How fucked is our system, rope tied in a knot.
Around the neck of the users, approved just to hang us.
Indirectly affect me, and you and them all.
We fall and then hang, feet waits for the touch of the ground.
Why is it that systems are there to help, help us not.
Help us not stab our chests, help us knot the rope that is not there to help us yet we use it to help us, please help us, please help us, help is not help when the ones that try help us just make us fall further.
The ones that help us through kind of there heart are not there to help us, until we ask them for help then they help more than all of us could help if we were assigned to just help the ones who need it, when all of us need it and the ones that they do feed help are the ones right at the edge, yet the rest of us walk to it, not quite there at the ledge, but almost there to hang off it and hang with no help from this.
System to help is just hell, taking the piss.
This is why we fall, a leaf shrivelled in this.
Through spring and through fall we fall and we dry.
They give us the water which we no longer desire.
They help us too late, just as we die.
When the path to the end can be blocked before, why?
Stop us as we jump, unless you want to look good.
Is this all just to say that you are helping us.
You want to shut up the criticisers just to criticise us as we scream at the pain that you made that hurts us.
We don\'t bleed on your streets, but we suffer as much as we need.
Please end this torture you\'ve taught us to feed
On pain like the prey that is hunted at night.
At our darkest we fear you, fear to scream so we can\'t.
We can\'t live this so dread this and then when you\'ve fed this and bend us.
Before any progress is made we just end this.