.smokeandmirrors.
lovely day for a stroll.
going down to the bridge.
down near his house.
clutching his bible and a letter from her.
fell into the river.
pity no one was there.
no angels in the air.
and the morning paper ran.
one more suicide.
yeah.
life is for the ignorant and oblivious. far from the strong. the heroes in this game are us. we who are weak enough to see the cracks in the wall. the weaknesses in this modern structure of lies. we are blinded. we are fed the food that will make us die from the inside. oh media how you portray our lives. we are told what is wrong. what is right. what to act positively towards. and what is negative. we mourn at sadness. we complain about the deaths and say how terrible this world has become. but what you fools don't realize is that you've been mass conditioned to the point where you need chaos. you feed from it. i take pride in the few friends i have. the one's who have truely opened their eyes. it's rare these days to find someone who understands. i'm tired of showing compassion. all i've got to show from my sincerity are scars and open wounds. i will no longer risk myself for others. i will no longer risk myself for love. i once thought that i could survive this world with love. the one pure thing left. but now i know that this whole scheme is just a plot. a plot to further drive myself into the ground. i have learned that i am alone. where love goes. tragedy follows. and the outcome is inivitable. once there is good. there is bad. good is only the mask evil wears. true there is life. but what comes with life is just smoke and mirrors before death. the only ones i feel linked to are either deaf due to the masquerade or are too far to feel. who is this control freak. who is this one who feels the need to keep tabs on us. who is this god that shows his love by destruction. i fear i may have lost my faith. hope lies only in california.
going down to the bridge.
down near his house.
clutching his bible and a letter from her.
fell into the river.
pity no one was there.
no angels in the air.
and the morning paper ran.
one more suicide.
yeah.
life is for the ignorant and oblivious. far from the strong. the heroes in this game are us. we who are weak enough to see the cracks in the wall. the weaknesses in this modern structure of lies. we are blinded. we are fed the food that will make us die from the inside. oh media how you portray our lives. we are told what is wrong. what is right. what to act positively towards. and what is negative. we mourn at sadness. we complain about the deaths and say how terrible this world has become. but what you fools don't realize is that you've been mass conditioned to the point where you need chaos. you feed from it. i take pride in the few friends i have. the one's who have truely opened their eyes. it's rare these days to find someone who understands. i'm tired of showing compassion. all i've got to show from my sincerity are scars and open wounds. i will no longer risk myself for others. i will no longer risk myself for love. i once thought that i could survive this world with love. the one pure thing left. but now i know that this whole scheme is just a plot. a plot to further drive myself into the ground. i have learned that i am alone. where love goes. tragedy follows. and the outcome is inivitable. once there is good. there is bad. good is only the mask evil wears. true there is life. but what comes with life is just smoke and mirrors before death. the only ones i feel linked to are either deaf due to the masquerade or are too far to feel. who is this control freak. who is this one who feels the need to keep tabs on us. who is this god that shows his love by destruction. i fear i may have lost my faith. hope lies only in california.