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for the sake of fighting

YOU SHOULD NEVER TRUST THE PANTALOON

permanently occupied with your past

rolling with momentum

life is lonely and so am i

raise boys and girls the same way

art will survive, artists won’t

will nature make a man off me yet?

there will be a note

our respect ran so dry

life has a hopeful undertone

our brains are sick but that’s okay

i want to do all the things your lungs do so well

i’m dying to live

make art, not friends

thanks for the tragedy, i needed it for my art

i’m literally emo but let’s call it pop punk

raised to be stupid but taught to be nothing at all

we will find a destination that may only be seen with a naked mind

i sing of a greater love, let me know when you’ve had enough

life isn’t about finding yourself, it’s about creating yourself

i am not afraid to walk this world alone

DEFEND POP PUNK

try going to war

a microscopic miracle

a mortal playing god

put on some war paint

joy bloody division that’s who

if it looks like i’m laughing, i’m really just asking to leave

i’m not like them i can’t pretend

i’m just the way the doctor made me

i can’t stand my own mind

a poet is a blind optimist

i accept lostness forever

when did you look at your skin and decided you were an impotent dirty old locomotive?

well, my gun fires seven shades of shit

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness

i don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision

she tasted like imported sophistication and domestic cigarettes

love is a haunting melody that i have never mastered and fear i never will

great writers are indecent people, they live unfairly saving the best part for paper

well you can hide a lot about yourself, but honey what are you gonna do?

i was killing before killing was cool

another cog in a murder machine

we are all a bunch of animals that never paid attention in school

it was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing

these bright lights have always blinded me

ask no questions and you’ll get no lies

you’re always haunted by the idea that you’re wasting your life

i exist too much

but i come to love you, am i born to bleed?

i must admit i can’t explain any of these thoughts racing through my brain

who says we have cold hearts?

the most heroic word in all languages is revolution

born from some mother’s womb (just like any other room)

reach the dumb to fool the crowd

self induced manipulation

tv taught me how to feel now real life has no appeal

if all we are is just machines let’s become a miracle and break free from these chains

those who don’t know their history are doomed to repeat it

what would you rather be? the poet or the poem?

we are drowning in information but starved for knowledge

he made me understand why hurricanes are named after people

when you look death in the eye and death blinks first nothing seems impossible

he pretend he’s okay but you should see him late at night