somerthing i wrote a few minas ago.
children of a tattooed nation
we are the children of a tattood nation,
body peirced with lost translations,
nothin more but miles less,
of all things you ever wanted.
broken homes with shattered walls,
bright graffiti on bathroom stalls,
freezing homeless with nightfire lives,
starving kids and beaten wives.
you glare at us like were fucked up,
lost without a since of direction,
no hope, no future, no past, no present,
no life, no love, no scars of affection.
no reason to be, no reason to stay,
no reason to love, no games to play,
nothing we do is good enough
and you dont give a shit.
but were better than you
because you made us this way,
and we will fight and we will stay,
we are the future, and well be fine,
youll be the ones in the unemployment lines
we learned from you what not to do,
we learned who not to be,
we learned to do more with out lives,
not just feed your damn economy,
we learned to love, we learned to live,
we wont be like you,
we wont just fall in line and do what were told to do.
we wont get drunk and punch through walls,
we wont overdose in hospital halls,
we wont sell our soul behind a desk,
with constant dreams of prostitutes.
so what if we look the way we do?
so what if our arms are covered in tattoos?
cause our hearts are where they need to be.
in sync with our minds. bloodred imagery.
so well march with our heads held high
straight into our future with no remorse,
with rage in our eyes, focused on course.
we are what you said we could never be.
we have a mission and we will be set free
we are the future, and we wont be hindered,
because weve seen the effects of weakness of spirit.
we know what weve got to do, and we have arrived to do it,
so sit back,
relax.
and watch us do what you said we couldnt.
just a little something i wrote a few mintutes ago. i like it.
we are the children of a tattood nation,
body peirced with lost translations,
nothin more but miles less,
of all things you ever wanted.
broken homes with shattered walls,
bright graffiti on bathroom stalls,
freezing homeless with nightfire lives,
starving kids and beaten wives.
you glare at us like were fucked up,
lost without a since of direction,
no hope, no future, no past, no present,
no life, no love, no scars of affection.
no reason to be, no reason to stay,
no reason to love, no games to play,
nothing we do is good enough
and you dont give a shit.
but were better than you
because you made us this way,
and we will fight and we will stay,
we are the future, and well be fine,
youll be the ones in the unemployment lines
we learned from you what not to do,
we learned who not to be,
we learned to do more with out lives,
not just feed your damn economy,
we learned to love, we learned to live,
we wont be like you,
we wont just fall in line and do what were told to do.
we wont get drunk and punch through walls,
we wont overdose in hospital halls,
we wont sell our soul behind a desk,
with constant dreams of prostitutes.
so what if we look the way we do?
so what if our arms are covered in tattoos?
cause our hearts are where they need to be.
in sync with our minds. bloodred imagery.
so well march with our heads held high
straight into our future with no remorse,
with rage in our eyes, focused on course.
we are what you said we could never be.
we have a mission and we will be set free
we are the future, and we wont be hindered,
because weve seen the effects of weakness of spirit.
we know what weve got to do, and we have arrived to do it,
so sit back,
relax.
and watch us do what you said we couldnt.
just a little something i wrote a few mintutes ago. i like it.