Monday, March 17, 2008

Not for the Faint-Hearted

They will take their words
And shove them down your throat
Point a gun to your head
And you can't help but swallow
They will slap you across the face
Knock you to the floor
For good measure
You could pick yourself up
But you'll just be kicked down again
So you just lay there
Staring at the ceiling

Soon you're standing in line
Walking in circles
Living a routine
Then that guy in front
Has had enough
He charges them
And they drop him dead
They take his corpse
And made a symbol
A demonstration
And the flies feast on his
Rotting eyes
The sickness creeps up your throat

Pretty soon you lose hope
You stop caring
Everything is the same damn thing
Another day
Another death
And you know
No one will bother
To save you

I can't believe this happened
I can't believe this is happening


word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming