repeat

hypocrite...
why? is it always that way?
its in your blood, right?
blaming your generation curse,
better than blaming the non existing conscience.

so frequently done,
so smoothly played out,
but so obvious to the eye.
who believes you but yourself?
what you see is pity and actual human conscience,
what you do not understand.
born without knowing... how do you live like that?
backbiter...
need i say more,
are you awake doing all this?
or is it just cause you love it?
distorted mentality,
your love for betrayal.
you hunger for the loyal.
so we commit,
you hit back.
and that makes you?
we notice,
you don't.
and that makes you?
we stop,
you repeat.
and that makes you...
...nothing
just one word,
and you tell a full length tale.
its not about you,
its not for you.
but you just love that illusion,
of being the center of everything.
you know its not,
but you broke that mental barrier,
what is becomes not.
popularity got to you? its just that same illusion.
and what we give,
its not compassion,
its responsibility,
but that fades when washed,
with your words.
that poison tongue.
so just wait,
time will tell,
time will reveal,
time will take.
your clock ticks, and ticks, and ticks, and....

useless

your common sense holds nothing,
just like that life of yours.

punching water

does it matter? no
what is it?
you expect us to keep taking it?
you think you have it all planned out?
if you can think that way, so can we.
this is what you call innocence
hit after hit,
keep throwing them,
i cant feel pain can i,
i keeps flowing on.
...
continue,
i wont attack you,
go deeper why dont you,
i've been harmless so far.
...i'm coming...
got you,
naive aren't you,
that charm won't save you now,
you are in rough waters.
...i'm here...
didn't notice i took a bit of land,
that you stood on,
each time you threw a punch,
your naive charm.
...you're here too...
water is getting rougher,
too busy drowning to bother,
that i wont cause your death,
its getting closer.
...its here as well...
head first into that big rock,
would have expected you,
to expect the expected,
before your head had split open,
and cause an unnecessary mess,
now i'm a bloody river.
...you're no longer here...
...but we still are...