LARRY - i need some time to myself. i feel as though my efforts and time spent was for nought. why am i doing all the cover ups, all the nice things or supposed good intentions for people? i never did get credited for any, only to be scolded, or put down through verbal or physical means. having done so since young, i am afraid of certain outcomes - failure, dissent, warring, and desolation. i only wanted everyone together, or at least a comfortable environment and place for people to be.
am i considered as one? i never get the rough ends, only the nice ones. its great, but this way, i'm halfway short of knowing. i guess i'm not. i cannot even measure up to the others around. i feel i am always fucking lacking, and no matter what i do or can do, it is useless. it brings nothing - outcomes nil, only irritation and annoyance. i am talking about you too, audrey. is it me just me, who is utterly incapable of being a person?
after this, all would be forced, and either way it would not be desired. but am i there to fulfill that one part that is lacking, and solely for that?
i tried my best, but still it is not enough. while i sob miserably in my core, i will not shed any bodily. while i feel loyal, steadfast, it would seem it would sooner or later perish within ma, only to leave the dark masses of hatred and melancholy. i turned dark once, and it would seem to be inviting me in.
my choice song would pretty much say about the veiled lies.
THIS LYING WORLD
Be afraid of infection
Be scared of evil ways
Be scared for your protection
Best watch your every step
Instinctual appeal to fear
Collapse and paralyze
Far gone is good intention
Smokescreen to commercialize
Teller of tales spin us a line
Front page impersonation
Teller of tales, spin us a line
Cities burn
The skies will fall
Civilization reduced to nothing
Disease will spread to all
We buy so we survive
Feel the acid rain corrode
I want to take a picture
Our lives would look disguised
I want to take a picture
Our lives would look disguised
I want to take a picture
Our lives would look disguised
Wash away this lying world
Terminate this iron fist
Strangled are we
By the bastards of facist culture
Strangled are we
By the hands of our own people
On the stage
It's "our lives"
On the stage grows a mountain
As we stumble on we forget
On the stage grows a mountain
As we stumble on we forget
Steel toed this path of corruption
Conceal and steer our minds away
Steer our minds away