Giving this poetry thing a try. Sorry if this doesn't go down smoothly...not my style.
Got nothing going for me my origins real dark
the brightest future I got is waking to a star.
That reveals silhouettes on the streets that didn't make it last night
Tissues kiss away your tears tell yourself you'll be alright
Dressing up for bullets, and eating lead for breakfast
fat chance that I'll ever get a break fast enough to avoid weapons
of mass murder, mass doubt, thank god I figured it out
at age 10 determined pursuit of difference is how
you defeat pursuers of ignorance as they pursue to destroy your faith
your fate obliterated in pieces of despair as blood drips down your face and you can taste
fear with a mix of tar as you fell down on roads red
for a slight moment time stops in your head
"Would you like a plane ticket to heaven?" the stewardess said
You discovered you had a choice to be dead
as you contemplate complexities of life you become god in your mind
balance pros and cons so is a timely death suicide?
The plane crashed. Back to reality, blood and pain exists
Red Rovers bursting through linked hands, bowed heads, pastors getting over to exit
Leave you in a burning building, the choir couldn't finish their chorus.
What he had to say is feeling less important
Who's still clapping when the verses are cries and the hook is a scream?
How do you wake up from reality and seek your dreams.
Brush yourself off as a young boy you became prepared after falling off swings
Get up with a smile and realize it's not as bad as it seems
faith renewed no idolization in false priests and things
So you stand alone on broken concrete, and a burning building
walk outside and discover you're among the living
Revelations thrilling, drilling memories, unforgettable misters, and unforgivable ways
but the worse part is this was a good day.
Got nothing going for me my origins real dark
the brightest future I got is waking to a star.
That reveals silhouettes on the streets that didn't make it last night
Tissues kiss away your tears tell yourself you'll be alright
Dressing up for bullets, and eating lead for breakfast
fat chance that I'll ever get a break fast enough to avoid weapons
of mass murder, mass doubt, thank god I figured it out
at age 10 determined pursuit of difference is how
you defeat pursuers of ignorance as they pursue to destroy your faith
your fate obliterated in pieces of despair as blood drips down your face and you can taste
fear with a mix of tar as you fell down on roads red
for a slight moment time stops in your head
"Would you like a plane ticket to heaven?" the stewardess said
You discovered you had a choice to be dead
as you contemplate complexities of life you become god in your mind
balance pros and cons so is a timely death suicide?
The plane crashed. Back to reality, blood and pain exists
Red Rovers bursting through linked hands, bowed heads, pastors getting over to exit
Leave you in a burning building, the choir couldn't finish their chorus.
What he had to say is feeling less important
Who's still clapping when the verses are cries and the hook is a scream?
How do you wake up from reality and seek your dreams.
Brush yourself off as a young boy you became prepared after falling off swings
Get up with a smile and realize it's not as bad as it seems
faith renewed no idolization in false priests and things
So you stand alone on broken concrete, and a burning building
walk outside and discover you're among the living
Revelations thrilling, drilling memories, unforgettable misters, and unforgivable ways
but the worse part is this was a good day.
