Give me the mic, so they can take it away.

"8/18 12:00 am"

Its not that I hate them.  That's not it at all.  I just don't like how blood shot my eyes get, and how raw my scalp becomes from taking a step back, scratching my head, and just staring in utter disbelief.


Grasping at flaws

Toe the line while I jump ship
You're trapped, entombed with an empty clip
Nothings how you planned, so you just bitch and whine
Quit overcompensating, and ruining my good time.

I'm still the one at the back of the room
setting all their things on fire.
To fucked to foresee any backlash
has nothing changed since high school math?

Smile, pretend, its all one big facade.
I'm laughing in your face, at the choices you made.
An ego exploded based on the shit that you own.
What about integrity?  A seed never sown.

I'm still the one at the back of the room
still trying to set the world on fire.
Taking it all in, cant help but laugh.
I win, You lose.  It's simple high school math.

You're always monkey see and monkey do.
I never fucking wanted to be like you.
You're social stigmas stick to you like glue.
Its so cool!  You're so cool.