Viva la Rebellion
We never see things as they are
We see them as we are
When we look for answers
We don’t look very far
We believe what people tell us
We believe the oldest lies
We believe in war
We believe in sex
We believe in suits and ties
We never see things as they are
All we see are lies
So when we start to lose our grasp
It’s really no surprise
God Damned Rats
Shittin all over the place
It pays to be brave in this fucken rat race
What typa fucked up shit is this?
Fightin to get to the cheese
Last motherfucker to get to the end
Last motherfucker to breathe
Uh uh uhhhh don’t touch that
I wouldn’t do that if I were you
Then again
Go ahead
I’m getting sick of the likes of you
God Damned Rats
Playing games
Just shittin all over the place
What a world! What a world!
It’s the end of a dying race
From the moment I awake
Tears I can’t escape
The fight that can’t be won
Hurt can’t be undone
I take a little moment
To try to clear my mind
But this house is full of demons
And my heart is full of grime
When I wake up every morning
When I go to sleep at night
As I go about my day
All I see is plight
When I think of what life could, should, and CAN Be
I just want to cry out, “THIS IS PURE INSANITY!”
I’ve said it a million times, but this time I am serious; I am leaving Twatter. I suffer from mental health issues that are increasingly perpetrated by stupid people. Every day as I go about my routine activities, I am bombarded by sexual harassment, drug solicitation, depraved behavior, and the incessant political ramblings of laypeople who have no clue what they are talking about. Then I go on Twatter and my mind is traumatized by ignorance.
