BrandNothing
02/27/06, 06:30 PM
Yeah I know it's not very good, but it helped to vent some frustration with my town it's too long for a song, and well...too shitty for a poem but anyways...
population (6)4,400
Bloodshot eyes and muffled sighs wont do anything but chain us to the ties that bind us here. we're deer caught in the bright headlights of a predictable death so near.
The taste of gin coupled with sin tells us where we've been and where to go from here. we're sitting on idle like a paperback novel without a title. If i could i'd be anywhere but here. Would you dare? stare straight into the reflection of the glass. So sick of the stear so sick of the trucks, so sick of the bucks so sick of the corn I was born into ignorance. All I've got is this compass that points directly south, and a dull sword I call "hometown pride." Our little culture is adulterated like polluted water. Seems like nobody ever gets any smarter, we never learn to accept what we earned. Our foundation is built upon gossip, lies, manure, and the flies that stick to it. We're all wearing masks to mask who we really want to be, im getting this feeling that maybe it's time to flee.
I feel like a fence without a picket. give me one chance to ditch it and i'll run with it. give me one ticket and ill be on the next train.
I wish i had the words to put into my mouth. I'm a ship minus the mast. Im directionless but i think im sailing further from eternal bliss and closer to the past. If i could i'd be anywhere but here Every day is a repeat of the last. Every Task seems to lack a purpose. Empty Schools and crowded bars, give way to reclusive stars.
Bloodshot eyes and muffled sighs wont do anything but chain us to the ties that bind us here. we're deer caught in the bright headlights of a predictable death so near.
So sick of the cement, it's neverending limits and the beauty that stems from it. Whatever happend to letting our children and maybe a little grass grow. the only thing the soil produces blows grey from the sky. Does anybody really care how many people have to die? If I said yes id be telling a lie. Im another average male statistic gone ballistic. Im just a number on just another poll. This life is anything but lull; at the same time it's oh so dull. You think we'd know each other more since we live next door. This little subdivision has became an eyesore. Work is a whore, not to mention a bore. Im working so hard for it. I know i'll never be acknowledged for it. We're all smooth black suits. Working until our deaths. In spite of, all the nights bright lights we continue to fight in the hope that maybe we can make this right. Our foundation is built upon concrete blocks and cheap officials trying to up their stock. I think the city's starting to get to me, maybe it's time for me to flee.
I feel like a fence without a picket. give me one chance to ditch it and ill run with it. give me one ticket and ill be on the next train.
I wish i had the words to put into my mouth. I'm a ship minus the mast. Im directionless but i think im sailing further from eternal bliss and closer to the past. If i could i'd be anywhere but here Every day is a repeat of the last. Every Task seems to lack a purpose. Empty Schools and crowded bars, give way to reclusive stars.
population (6)4,400
Bloodshot eyes and muffled sighs wont do anything but chain us to the ties that bind us here. we're deer caught in the bright headlights of a predictable death so near.
The taste of gin coupled with sin tells us where we've been and where to go from here. we're sitting on idle like a paperback novel without a title. If i could i'd be anywhere but here. Would you dare? stare straight into the reflection of the glass. So sick of the stear so sick of the trucks, so sick of the bucks so sick of the corn I was born into ignorance. All I've got is this compass that points directly south, and a dull sword I call "hometown pride." Our little culture is adulterated like polluted water. Seems like nobody ever gets any smarter, we never learn to accept what we earned. Our foundation is built upon gossip, lies, manure, and the flies that stick to it. We're all wearing masks to mask who we really want to be, im getting this feeling that maybe it's time to flee.
I feel like a fence without a picket. give me one chance to ditch it and i'll run with it. give me one ticket and ill be on the next train.
I wish i had the words to put into my mouth. I'm a ship minus the mast. Im directionless but i think im sailing further from eternal bliss and closer to the past. If i could i'd be anywhere but here Every day is a repeat of the last. Every Task seems to lack a purpose. Empty Schools and crowded bars, give way to reclusive stars.
Bloodshot eyes and muffled sighs wont do anything but chain us to the ties that bind us here. we're deer caught in the bright headlights of a predictable death so near.
So sick of the cement, it's neverending limits and the beauty that stems from it. Whatever happend to letting our children and maybe a little grass grow. the only thing the soil produces blows grey from the sky. Does anybody really care how many people have to die? If I said yes id be telling a lie. Im another average male statistic gone ballistic. Im just a number on just another poll. This life is anything but lull; at the same time it's oh so dull. You think we'd know each other more since we live next door. This little subdivision has became an eyesore. Work is a whore, not to mention a bore. Im working so hard for it. I know i'll never be acknowledged for it. We're all smooth black suits. Working until our deaths. In spite of, all the nights bright lights we continue to fight in the hope that maybe we can make this right. Our foundation is built upon concrete blocks and cheap officials trying to up their stock. I think the city's starting to get to me, maybe it's time for me to flee.
I feel like a fence without a picket. give me one chance to ditch it and ill run with it. give me one ticket and ill be on the next train.
I wish i had the words to put into my mouth. I'm a ship minus the mast. Im directionless but i think im sailing further from eternal bliss and closer to the past. If i could i'd be anywhere but here Every day is a repeat of the last. Every Task seems to lack a purpose. Empty Schools and crowded bars, give way to reclusive stars.