You walk past the solid lines, saying
‘Come what may.’
So, when the universe cuts us into puzzle pieces
Don’t go around asking for the bigger picture.

When darkness unfolds and tidies up the sky
only few dead stars will be left shining
So, don’t go around asking yourself,
’wasn’t I born exactly like the best of them ?’

There maybe something greater at work
Something bigger than our bond
Something loveless and eternal feeding on our
Disillusionment.

you make me shout
you make me scream
you make me want
to do horrible things
to shake you up
and make you see
how stupid and horrible
you are to me
and how you deserve
above all things
to be my first victim
of ripped out spleen
and next your heart
and then your brain
which i will leave lying
in the acid rain
as a way of improving
upon its current use.

Fight the power
fight them fight the
power and just maybe
you can win but first
you have to fight
the power or you
can choose not to
fight the power but
either way the
power will fight you.