if only being emo was a paying job

[pilotepisode]

Would you look at all that pavement
And tell me where our lives went
This is the yield of my years spent
And the whole lot of it isn’t worth a cent
Confidence replaced with diffidence, repentance and you well know, silence,
The greedy friend of nothingness
Copiousness to emptiness
The blest in, sweetness, care torn, the joke of this

And if I may give my rebuttal, I think we are at the butt of it all

Malpractice and trickery, excess and gluttony from privilege and ecstasy
It all steals the life from me
A fattened flea gloating in infamy

Let us be present at the birth of the children
To drown them in their baptism pools
A murder at the face,
but none the less a saving grace
from wretchedness to pearly gates, and where true love sits and waits
-freedom from this miserable place
I’d wish it on myself if it weren’t too late.