Protest
It’s hard to grow a seed
In dirt that couldn’t grow a weed
But I, still hope to see
A world of color freed
Put the gun against my head
Be grateful for the undead
Kneel with civil unrest
It is time for our protest
Kill the Industry
Brainwashed musicians bound to age old traditions
Cooed into the back of cars
With Mr Producer eager to start the “audition”
Stomp out his cigar, it’ll get you far
The smoke burns in the back of your throat
You’re a coward I’ve read all the stories you wrote
All the time that you spent, the effort you’ve wasted
Will never amount to the blood I’ve tasted
Don’t come back, don’t come back
La da la da da da
Watch your back, watch your back
La da la da da da
Get over yourself, you’re a fucking disgrace
How I’d love to destroy that innocent face
When you’re running away, this will put you to shame
Hope’s Brew of Animosity
Hope dances with the enemy
Strutting down Oblivion Street
For when met with hollow pleas
Its heroic actions ceased
Hope lays with wealth
Deeming those truly unfit worthy
Perplexed as to why there are infinite cries
Close to that of filth
Electric Joy
Dancing in the rain
Thunder claps within seconds
Oh no, lightning strikes
Freedom
Burning sensation
Purifying my body
Breaking off the chains
Dark blue abyss surrounds me
Leave me be, I am free now