Viva la Rebellion
The wars of the world never heal
Never die
Hail to the throne
Glory to the kill
The games of the thrones don’t save
Only lie
Beckon to the call
Buy your wasted time
Dreams
Of the famous
And the riches
And the pride
Of the mansions
And the pensions
Picket fences
Little dogs
It’s the way you won’t tell me something
It’s the way I feel when you’re around me
Ain’t no lie it’s hard to find a reason to be thankful
Like a rainstorm caught up in the streams
Like the last one you’re ever gonna see
You’re the rain cloud, I’m the water
I’m the city, You’re my slaughter
Cut the block off
You gon see
Ain’t no MASSA ever gonna keep me
The LiZARD invasion is a rampant phenomenon of a subhuman species of hominids who are marked by the same characteristics as narcissists. Unlike humans who rely on the cerebral cortex for advanced thought processes, LiZARDz rely on the reptilian brain. Such heavy reliance on instinctive, fight-or-flight behaviorisms spurns a toxic environment for all who perceive the true nature of a LiZARD.
It’s so weird to be alive. I wake up, eat, shower, get dressed, check up on the happenings of this strange world, run errands, eat, sleep, dream and wake up. The days meld together. Weeks turn into months. As I drift into the future the past seems more like a dream.
I try to make sense of it all, try to live each day unto itself. I try to dig a little deeper, try to better myself. I try to strengthen my spirit and lend a helping hand. Be a friend to my neighbor, and be grateful for what I have.
