“Symbol”
The symbol on my hands
Sweat erases from the past
Why does it seem that we work
So hard to forget?
Memory and speakers
Time changes, so do the teachers
Let’s cry over our angels
Wings plucked from our backs
Bouncing as the wind creeps
Screams our immaturity we’re naïve
Made from lack of inspiration,
We crawl from dignity,
Yes I can be stolen,
Left boneless, spineless, slumped
No, it’s not hard to control us,
And on a side street we are dumped
They can eat us up,
Suck us dry,
Chew us up,
Then spit us out, its no lie
Then why do we suffer,
If we know the source of our mistakes?
We were brainwashed
Left unshaven
Dirty, desensitized
What’s with all this commotion?
This heart I’d love to claim,
But if you don’t want emotion,
Then why do you play this game?