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Talking and Talking, those words fill your ears.
So much malice, so much hate.
I shudder to think what lies behind those eyes.
And we all turn a blind eye,
the bodies soundlessly stacking up,
"They deserved it, they knew the risks"
Such cold hateful things said,
so much beauty destroyed with so little said.

Save your pennies, save your dimes.
We're all saving up to die,
and they'll own you till you're 6 feet down.
Till death do us part, or till debt do us in.
We're all saving up to die. We're all numbers, and we'll all die alone.
Alone, we'll all die alone and broke.
We're all just dues.

My story is legend, my name is lore.
It's written in every highway line.
Every mile, a new chapter.
I'm metaphors, not quite figured out.
Down the road, you see me, 2AM.
I was never there. I was never here.
..and if you see my face, in the darkness of the night, well I'm sorry, you won't be making it home tonight.
Tonight.

...that time when our lungs were full and our hearts open.
We said "You were the only one for me"
But bravery makes fools of us and , I want nothing more than to stay here with you.
The moon hangs like a scythe and the air is empty.
She was frost bitten streets, and I'm naked and alone.
She was mystery, she was beauty, she was everything.
Stop the clocks. We'll stay here forever and let this be our one act of defiance.
So put your left foot behind your right and brace for it, because sooner of later we all have to exhale.

"This is a battlecry!" he said.
"This is war!" they cried...
...and with that they marched. Red flags waving, storming the faggot city.
The bottles and rocks flew, and the preacher's on his pedestal, and he's crying...
"Don't you faggots know you ruined my country!"
The bricks and bottles started to fly, and they say they'll win this war.
"It's just a little friendly fire, you'll thank us when we save your soul"
And they say that god is love, well what kid of love is.

This is our first foray into familial bonds,
but my ghosts are rearing their heads,
and I fear what I'll become.
I've taken too many of his routines,
and I fear the monsters that they bring.
the billow and boil inside, but I'll keep them down.
I won't let you destroy, what I'm striving to be.
We haunt the homes that we keep

It lifts and sways.
It dots the sky, red, angry, and dying
it's last crashing breath on cities of fading embers.
The street lights are birthed
in the still darkness of young evenings,
and ghosts of the day wander blindly,
seeking solace in the coming dawn.
The glimmers of hope are muddied and dull,

Their hands watched god, but their eyes fixed on the ground.
Their limbs stretched to the heavens, like steeples.
Searching for falsified truths, and reasons to hate.
And I wondered and I wandered, through the darkest alleys alone.
I was searching for the kingdom that they promised me, but it was never found.
It's never found.
I refuse to fight a war, waged by holy men in the name of holly ghosts.
We all find god in our ways, and we all have different reasons to hide.

I have seen all the things that are done under his son and they are all meaningless...
like chasing after the wind.
But what I mean brothers, is our time is short.
I won't live his life aloud.
Live this life without shame.
Live this life without guilt.
Live this life without pain.
We are but holes in poisoned dirt.

We wrote poetry in the gutters of these war time homes.
Sprawling north, we were cold, we were striking and hungry.
November winds will chill these ghosts and demons.
We took what we could from the days spent laughing and living
on frostbitten suburban lawns.
And we laughed nervously as life washed over and washed us away.
All of us, quietly left hanging onto the last shreds of our youth.

The lord he giveth, but he taketh away.
We're wrapped in sin and baptized in disappointment.
I feel we pay for my misgivings.
She was torn in two and I'm left with nothing
"Why is this pain heaped on me" she said
I just shrugged and looked away
So my dear, my precious one
and all those I've done wrong,

They enter oblivious, hands outstretched, fat cheeks and watery eyes.
They were staring skyward, to their lord.
They are to leave warriors, fighting to save a generation in decline.
Convinced by statistics and fear that they are the last hope.
They are too young.
They absorb the lessons and squeal in delight whenever someone mentions the righteousness of their lord.
They are too young.

как удивительно что ты в беде даёшь мне руку , когда в каждом втором привык видеть суку , когда слюни с потом на улыбках чьих то денег , когда выбор сделан , жаль , что выбрал худший берег.

останусь верен вере , та что нас держала вместе , что грела в зиму и давала нам мысли в подъезде . остался там где холодно , где положили начало это дым греет лирику пустого кармана

запомни молодым мне все мало дыма запомни меня таким , есть мечта и стимул и ты не прав я ведь правда не рвусь к олимпу мне нужно близких и больше и пива добрую пинту.

сейчас опять начнется пропаганда покури , есть кнопка СТОП , долбаёб , вот туда и жми . но ты прости , если это показалось грубым это не я такой , вы сделали меня угрюмым.