fuk2

wake up, wake up
enthusiam is hard to come by these days
stand up, breathe in
ignore the knife in your spine
the next door neighbor with a smile and a shot gun
the child worn down by a sadistic hand
there's something inside of me that beats for the better
broken promises litter the room
bloodstains envelope what used to be called a home
i'm only scared of one thing in life
to follow in foot steps of a man i hardly ever knew
FATHERS, should all be looked down on with the harshest of eyes
because there's no such thing as a real man
there hasnt been for a while now
the gut wrenching feeling creeps
as my walls explode with anger

why must we always question
when we were only constucted to serve
always seeking truth even when its sickeningly bad

fuk

vicious words encircle them
as they walk down the streets with their signs held up high
no one wanted this, no one did this on purpose
yet here we go playing the same old game again
but the tables been set
just a little bit differently
bodies filled with lead line the streets
with no tomorrow what will we have to look forward to
the future is bleak and so are you
so just keep dancing around
responsibility, keep passing the blame back and forth
until we have spread it to everyone

women, children, starvation is their savior
men and politicians' war will consume us all
there's nothing left to expect but more blood shed

i'm falling back into the hole i crawled out of
i kind of liked it better in there
will you join me and rest forever
or torture yourself for just a little more time
beaten into the ground with a baseball bat
that man had courage
to step up and tell the world his knowledge
beaten into the ground with a baseball bat
that man had courage
to step up and tell the world his knowledge

what did you ever do?
what did you ever do?
sit back and watch the world fall on its back into broken glass
through your high definition window

spotlight

this moment is what i've been waiting for

to entice my senses with cheap words and expenses

evading what really needs to be said

just living my life with this heart in my hands

that is what my hopes are comprised of

to live with a sense of security following me

those eyes that are filled with hopeless sense and wonder

only to have it all torn asunder

but when this moment dies

i wont look to the future, or seek another

as long as your hand still rests in mine