My head hangs heavy with the weight of today!
The ground I till is healthy but still I find, everything growing to be fake. And the well from which I first sipped, now seems more dirty than deep. And every night as I lay down, I can hear the locusts coming in my sleep.
The light's faded from my eyes. My pupils growing into dark pits into my mind. So stick your fingers in and pry, be sure to fix, any problems you might find. Like why I get so sad sometimes, I should be happy with these dark pits instead of eyes.
From this room I hear screaming. Out the window howling Sirens below. But from this bed I'm left dreaming, molding to furniture, time passes on.
This goes to:
The cardboard cut out, to whom I manifest all my hate. He says he wants to save
the world, but he's never grown past novelty. How can he listen to reason, he's
half an inch thick. His only message, is painted on him.
Justification to alienation.
Gotta know who's who, whom I, you, who?
Give everyone a classification.
Now I know who, but I don't know you.
SHUTUP! Shutup, stop the fuckin' commentary, I've had about enough, of you
telling me who I am who you are. A description from your nametag to fit into
your scene, well, you've cheapened everything, with words.
YOUR JUST AN EXTENSION OF YOUR NAMETAG!
You don't even know who you are. A positive message just to fit in, but don't act upon it without the okay from the scene. It's pathetic how weak you are. One day maybe you'll gain the strength to break out. One day maybe you'll disregard the nametags.
*This is mainly about all the scene division around the area. Everyone seems to know each other, see each other at shows, preach the same messages and such, but the concept of working together always seems to elude the majority of these people. There's this constant message of unity, but when it comes down to the hardcore kids working with the pop-punk kids it seems nobody cares about it anymore. This of course doesn't mean there are no exceptions; I see a lot of positive action being taken also, but not nearly enough. We need to get over these things. The well to do suburban kids should go talk to the "weird crusties and guys with tattoo's on their faces" before assuming things about them. And the Riverwest / Southside folks might try stopping by a show in the suburbs sometime to see what the kids there are doing, they'd probably be impressed. Once again, there are exceptions and a lot of positive people out there, congratulations to you; you've been a major inspiration to me.
written by giff
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