The MediaThey set you up in their homes,The Media
as files in a book. Your families, pets, homes and yards, from you they all took.
They made you think you killed yourself, that was their peak success.
All those years of in-depth research, for it they couldn't care less.
Thoughts of genocide in their heads, made you think suicide was your end. All their preparation made you dead, and there was nothing you could do about it.
No one knows why they did what they did, survivors only go as far to guess. Why would they want to end their own race, make the
ControlledBrisk, the wind, fast across your face. You can laugh. You can smile. But you can't change your race.Controlled
Because you're free, the way you are. You are chosen. You are ripened. At least that's what they tell you from afar.
They're afraid you'll find out the all. You'll find the truth. You'll find the calling. So they lock you up and tell you to never call.
You are hopeless, by their whim you act. You are controlled. You are forced. But no, you never signed their pact.
The Very Merry Month of MayApril showers may bring May flowers, or so the saying goes. But it does not count May deaths that tower, because someone didn't know.The Very Merry Month of May
More deaths that month than any other, oh how can that be true? Don't those people think of their mother, and know what she's going through.
For as they think that suicide, is only a burden to themselves. But not so different from genocide, it effects almost everyone else.
Suicide is selfish, it can be debated, but no matter what is said. A ripple effect is created, leaving just another one dead.
The Music Controls YouThe beat pounds your bones, as the music escapes the box. Your body not your own, you can't escape the rock.The Music Controls You
It sucks you in and holds you close, something in you can't oblige. From sea to sea, from coast to coast, the music controls your lives.
Now it's getting hot and heavy, the strobe light blinding your soul. Baby, when you're ready, we'll get up, we'll go.
We'll dance the way the music wants, as we are it's fiendish puppet. We can't stop ourselves as long as it lasts, but you and me won't stop it.
Poem for....AlonePoem for....
Have you wanted to be,
Alone like me, alone like me alone. Wake up one day and decide that,
You want to touch the sky,
But you want to touch it alone.
Alone I need to be. Alone, some body take me home. Because I, well I need to be alone. Alone is all I need. Alone is best for me.
Wake up in bed and open my eyes,
Alone I need, alone I need to be. Pushing the day as the sun does rise,
Alone I need, alone I need to be.
Alone I need to be. Alone somebody take me home. Because I, well I n
A poem...I hate the way you smile at me And tell me what to do. I hate the way you manipulate me And never say anything trueA poem...
I hate the way you talked about me- Always behind my back. I hate the way you laughed at me. It turned my whole world black.
I hate the way you act to me So pathetic, cruel and mean You turn my world upside down. And make nothing the way it seems
I hate the way you treat me. It's like you're digging my grave But most of all I hate the way That you never, ever forgave...
