Life is so lame.

I was finished here before the gun even sounded
starting the race that would end so many lives
founded
by the losers and the suckers of yesteryear
but now you and I lost the fear
we've become the tip of the spear


I want my words
to spur a sense of emotion
and origanilty
that can only come from a god of sorts
the likes of that handsome devil
that perfect hair
but god decided to play a joke on me.
it wasn't my time and it wasn't my place.
I am your proof
i am proof
i am living proof
that you never existed.



Save
You will not get into my head that way
and don't think those pictures will fool me anymore
this slave
has lost his appeal
and i dont believe that genetics made such a glamourous mistake.


These hands will write your sins
and damn you to the future you deserve
your destiny in front of millions
your fate at the edge of the stage.
its always so bright.



I shout towards the heavenly sky!
but my shouts are drowned out
by the flames in the night
falling into orbit
the feeling of the tariffs
those rounds can only do so much
this night can only protect you for so long.