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College Vice
Nov. 29th, 2011 05:28 pmLooking around
in a sea of haggard faces.
We are young still.
So what is this?
This sadness.
Happiness at strange material things.
Metal cases with music,
our souls, trapped inside of them.
God forbid
we have any voice of our own.
Conniving to find a way
to trap the world,
creativity, to starve
those with souls and reward those without.
Creating a world of madness.
What is this madness,
This insanity that tears us apart?
Crushing the angels.
Choking the devils.
Creating, creating, but never achieving.
What is this madness,
that kills our souls and
snips our heartstrings?
Why do such young people
look like they are about to collapse?
At the coffee stand
before the sun has awoken,
to start each day with a cup of poison.
They give it to us because they know
we'll riot should WE ever know.
They chase us, choke us,
beat us, rape us,
so we never stand,
so we never see,
our eyes too shadowed by their smiling green.
Meat filled with shit,
potatoes baked and covered in grease,
not grease, no even worse than that,
our children's lives is what we eat,
our freedom we'll never keep.
in a sea of haggard faces.
We are young still.
So what is this?
This sadness.
Happiness at strange material things.
Metal cases with music,
our souls, trapped inside of them.
God forbid
we have any voice of our own.
Conniving to find a way
to trap the world,
creativity, to starve
those with souls and reward those without.
Creating a world of madness.
What is this madness,
This insanity that tears us apart?
Crushing the angels.
Choking the devils.
Creating, creating, but never achieving.
What is this madness,
that kills our souls and
snips our heartstrings?
Why do such young people
look like they are about to collapse?
At the coffee stand
before the sun has awoken,
to start each day with a cup of poison.
They give it to us because they know
we'll riot should WE ever know.
They chase us, choke us,
beat us, rape us,
so we never stand,
so we never see,
our eyes too shadowed by their smiling green.
Meat filled with shit,
potatoes baked and covered in grease,
not grease, no even worse than that,
our children's lives is what we eat,
our freedom we'll never keep.
