Jun 12, 2004 21:12
Like a Match
You have to tap it to
make sure it's on,
to make sure you're pissed off enough to
piss off everyone around you,
to make sure you can passionately pursue pompous opinions
because you have to
grip, scare, and fight them,
rip, tear, and strike them,
all while conquering speechless propaganda
written off broken backs of false idols.
Britney Spears, Ronald McDonald, South Beach Diets,
Ben and Jerry, Cover Girl and
quality duplications of reality entertainment
have been, still are, and will be continuously
used to bait fish trying to enjoy life like life like life.
D d d d d dooo I need to slow down and stutter,
rewind and utter every syllable profusely with compromised emotion?
But the stage, it turns to
tick tocks on quick clocks until this shit's shot and shift's shape
and all you can visualize is a barrel starring down your voice
with 10000 watts of
carnage, power, pain, and love rejoicing POETIC JUSTICE.
Grip, scare, and fight,
rip, tear, and strike
like a match.
Burn.
Fight back,
Blacken lungs, stain teeth, and wrinkle age
like a match.
Go on and burn,
Everyone is watching.