sooky boy.

this is a really bad ajj/pat schneeweis/chris burrow rip-off even though i can neither play guitar nor sing. i'm mostly just posting it so my brain will categorize it as "done".

i've spent at least several years trying to make heads or tails of this shit so i guess i can be called a recovering gambling addict
or maybe a teenage alcoholic with broken bottles of anarchy, though now i only breathe the fumes of noxious human bastardry.
why's the world so thoughtless to force the bend until the break? what's the reason for the nightmares seeping into parts where you're awake?
i'm often using my heart to barter with pretty girls from big cities but i always seem trade it in for shitty cigarettes and self-pity.
don't give up or it's pointless, you better remember you have at stake. remember that dying is for losers and suicide's for fucking fakes.
continue feeding delusions, always keep lying to their face. everyone always moves so quickly at a speed i cannot seem to ever out-pace.
not smoking anymore's for quitters, the whole world will turn to cancer. worship and prayer from sinners for their god never once to answer.
why's any attempt to cease the war machine either outlawed or illegal? can the bourgeois please breakdown for me the legality of good and evil?

you'd think by now i'd have wised up but apparently i'm just too ignorant
or i'd have learnt to read between the lines but too bad that i'm illiterate
or if things would ever add up but i was never that great with my math
or if i could show some emotion but i'm afraid that i'm a psychopath
or i'd have finally found solutions without reverting back to alcohol
or stop failing the few that look up to me because i am bound to fall
or i'd have let myself off the hook but i'm still yet to find an escape
you think by now i could hit the nail on the head but it's bent so out of shape.