Hello
I am a car wreck
Of worry and wild imagination
Nice to meet you.
Hello
I am a car wreck
Of worry and wild imagination
Nice to meet you.
Hello
I am a car wreck
Of worry and wild imagination
Nice to meet you.
The world is simple to you
Isn’t it?
It’s all exactly how it seems
How they say it is
Find your enemy
And knock them down
They’re right next door
Let violence be your voice
Don’t think
Thinking makes you stupid
We’ve got it all figured our now for you
Prick, now you’re safe
And now you’re mine
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain…
The world is simple to you
Isn’t it?
It’s all exactly how it seems
How they say it is
Find your enemy
And knock them down
They’re right next door
Let violence be your voice
Don’t think
Thinking makes you stupid
We’ve got it all figured our now for you
Prick, now you’re safe
And now you’re mine
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain…
What if we fall?
Oh Lord, this is hard
The dog barks at every moving thing
One day death will make it past the dog
And through the door
Who will save me
From this mediocre existence
Inside these walls
Where they told me not to move?
Pain and suffering is what you need, girl
Show God what you’re made of
I’m just blood and guts and bones and gross sticky things
And what if I fall?
I’ve got a child to protect
What if death….
Just stop
Know that you’re just a fool
Reality isn’t really real
To believe anything else
Would be foolish.
Though we are all slaves
We can still seek the stars
We can still peer deep into the darkness
And pray for the dawn
Though we are all slaves
We can still dream
For nothing lasts forever
And one day the truth will set us free.
Tell us something true
But the devil laughs and tells me no one will believe it but you
Now I no longer belong
What was right is suddenly all wrong
What was love is now hate
Bring their heads out upon a plate
The thoughts we have are the thoughts we’ve been told.
Take our vaccine you’ll never grow old
Promises, promises, of utopia and equality
Only for the price of your soul and your liberty
What did you need those for anyway?
Survive to see another day
Give us your guns, give us your knives
Remember snitching saves lives
You’ve got everything to fear
So we put the devil at the wheel
Shut up and just let him drive….
I dig the knife into the tree. Slipping the blade beneath the bark ripping it up so I can see the fragile green underbelly. Over and over again peeling away the skin. What I’m doing is perhaps cruel. That knowledge is there, but there is no feeling behind it. I should feel something shouldn’t I? Regret at destroying it. Exposing it to the harsh elements of this world. Ripping away the one thing that was protecting it.
Why am I doing this? Why do I keep at it?I don’t know, but I don’t seem to want to stop. It’s something to distract me. To keep the thoughts away. These dark thoughts. I don’t even know if they are mine. They feel foreign. Like someone is whispering in my ear. Constantly telling me what to do, what to think, what to feel. And yet…they feel a little less foreign than they did yesterday. Like it was becoming a part of me.
I hadn’t been the same since they “cured” me.
“I’m going to betray you.” I had said. And I thought I should care. I don’t want this do I? But I probably won’t be able to stop myself. Eventually that whisper was going to become a scream. It would take me over. I should fight it. I should care.
She had looked at me, frozen in place. Pain tugging at her lips. Her eyes were the color of ice. “No, no you won’t.” But her voice broke. She wasn’t sure she believed it.
It was then I picked up the knife. A small little involuntary gasp left her lips and she took a quick step back. I think I shook my head and laughed as if she were being ridiculous. She was not….Ah, that’s why I’m doing this. I remember now. If I didn’t take the knife to the tree it would have sunk in somewhere else. Perhaps her pretty pink flesh.. And I think I would have regretted that, wouldn’t I?
What was happening to me? The whispering dissolved into a slow chuckle.
I dig the knife into the tree. Slipping the blade beneath the bark ripping it up so I can see the fragile green underbelly. Over and over again peeling away the skin. What I’m doing is perhaps cruel. That knowledge is there, but there is no feeling behind it. I should feel something shouldn’t I? Regret at destroying it. Exposing it to the harsh elements of this world. Ripping away the one thing that was protecting it.
Why am I doing this? Why do I keep at it?I don’t know, but I don’t seem to want to stop. It’s something to distract me. To keep the thoughts away. These dark thoughts. I don’t even know if they are mine. They feel foreign. Like someone is whispering in my ear. Constantly telling me what to do, what to think, what to feel. And yet…they feel a little less foreign than they did yesterday. Like it was becoming a part of me.
I hadn’t been the same since they “cured” me.
“I’m going to betray you.” I had said. And I thought I should care. I don’t want this do I? But I probably won’t be able to stop myself. Eventually that whisper was going to become a scream. It would take me over. I should fight it. I should care.
She had looked at me, frozen in place. Pain tugging at her lips. Her eyes were the color of ice. “No, no you won’t.” But her voice broke. She wasn’t sure she believed it.
It was then I picked up the knife. A small little involuntary gasp left her lips and she took a quick step back. I think I shook my head and laughed as if she were being ridiculous. She was not….Ah, that’s why I’m doing this. I remember now. If I didn’t take the knife to the tree it would have sunk in somewhere else. Perhaps her pretty pink flesh.. And I think I would have regretted that, wouldn’t I?
What was happening to me? The whispering dissolved into a slow chuckle.
I dig the knife into the tree. Slipping the blade beneath the bark ripping it up so I can see the fragile green underbelly. Over and over again peeling away the skin. What I’m doing is perhaps cruel. That knowledge is there, but there is no feeling behind it. I should feel something shouldn’t I? Regret at destroying it. Exposing it to the harsh elements of this world. Ripping away the one thing that was protecting it.
Why am I doing this? Why do I keep at it?I don’t know, but I don’t seem to want to stop. It’s something to distract me. To keep the thoughts away. These dark thoughts. I don’t even know if they are mine. They feel foreign. Like someone is whispering in my ear. Constantly telling me what to do, what to think, what to feel. And yet…they feel a little less foreign than they did yesterday. Like it was becoming a part of me.
I hadn’t been the same since they “cured” me.
“I’m going to betray you.” I had said. And I thought I should care. I don’t want this do I? But I probably won’t be able to stop myself. Eventually that whisper was going to become a scream. It would take me over. I should fight it. I should care.
She had looked at me, frozen in place. Pain tugging at her lips. Her eyes were the color of ice. “No, no you won’t.” But her voice broke. She wasn’t sure she believed it.
It was then I picked up the knife. A small little involuntary gasp left her lips and she took a quick step back. I think I shook my head and laughed as if she were being ridiculous. She was not….Ah, that’s why I’m doing this. I remember now. If I didn’t take the knife to the tree it would have sunk in somewhere else. Perhaps her pretty pink flesh.. And I think I would have regretted that, wouldn’t I?
What was happening to me? The whispering dissolved into a slow chuckle.