I’ve got a few things do,
And a few things to chase.
I’ve been working all year,
Still ain’t taking a break.
That’s all I hear
But the minute I slip up
I hear them jeer.
You won’t make it,
It’s too tough,
Your success so far is,
Purely down to luck.
Even the ones closest to me
Always say, when you gonna give up
And live the right way.
School, is where you meet
So many friends,
But when are we going to
That all you life growing up,
You are forced one flavour of tea in your cup.
You are either a success or not,
You either float or flop.
I mean what do you expect,
Parents be like you have to be an architect,
Teacher or engineer,
Do something else and you’re weird
Sometimes life feels like,
But I guess that just expectations
From the Land of Veils
From the land of veils and not quite jails and the place where individuality can’t prevail,
People sit mental squalor and learn to forget the old ways of knights and honour,
The past and present an endless cycle where we learn to live and forget to be free,
We dream of lives that cannot be, in a system designed by leaders we are thought to follow,
How keep our thoughts shallow,
We are thought to think within the box until our heads may as well be filled with goddamn rocks,
When the restraints of our freedoms are finally stripped away we dance and praise the day,
I come from a place where I cannot stay.
I live in a place where our worth is judged by our looks.
Where people are encouraged not to spend their time reading books.
A place where if you’re not thin you won’t fit in.
A place where your past is used against you, and your individuality too.
A place where you’re made to believe the world won’t accept you.
The world we live in accepts very few.
Everyone wants an escape from reality
But everything comes at a price
The things people want to do tend to be nice
Others not quite
Most people’s dreams don’t come true due to little resources or discrimination
Some people will never make it in there home nation
We are like grass once you head gets too high you’ll be chopped down and left to die
The childhood innocence vanished long ago
Once you realise all the bad in the world you’ll want to go
Back to your childhood where you don’t have any responsibilities
Everything is awful,
Everything is great,
Every day it changes,
Every day it’s the same,
Nothing is different,
But everything is,
How can I change
When nothing else will.
This is where girls can hate guys
But guys can’t hate girls
Where the worst guys seem nice
Because they can use some stupid hurls
Where the smart girls are odd
And the nice guys are weird
While the worst of both praised for getting drunk in a field.
Other generations are blind to the ones who seem decent,
Sure all they care about is who won the match most recent
They make it out to be wrong to love and wrong to feel
Unless its a young ones body, isn’t that just ideal
Its only creepy dependent on the looks
Another blow for the nice guys, who just likes books
There’s a strong order of what’s to be preferred,
And for the kind souls who are a bit off, just get kicked to the curb
There’s a way to look, a way to dress
Sure look if you have long hair you have to be depressed
This is where if you don’t fit in your wrong
This is a society that just refuses to move along
I am here on earth a planet where some live and others die.
A little moist rock floating in space.
We are running out of time to keep it this way
It getting hotter and hotter so much hotter.
The people that could do the most are the ones with all the money and all the power.
They benefits more from the earth getting hotter.
Oil, coal, the industrial endeavour slowly killing us all
Until none off us live and instead we are forced to die.
Government Stooges Sitting In Their Big Thrones
All They Wanna’ See Is Us Under A Tombstone
The Leader Of Our Country They Call Him Micheal Martin
Thinks He A Big Man Thinks He’s A Spartan
They Lot Of Them Up There In The Capital
All They See Is People Who Are Taxable
So Our Country In Ruins Nothings Going Right
Time For A Fresh Start Time For A Good Night.
I Come From
I come from a country where people fought against real monsters
I come from a country from which some people were imposters
I come from a country that was not neutral during the second war
I come from a country where the older generation still may remember the gore
I come from a country where most people are nice and kind, but
I come from a country where you don’t know what’s on peoples mind
I come from a country where I have a true home and
The name of that beautiful country with a bloody history is Poland
You’d be sitting there in school and then in walks the fool,
His ego on his head saying you should be dead,
He isn’t very smart and he smells like dog fart,
You know he hates you from a reason deep in his heart,
He walks over to you and give you a wack and keeps walking turning his back,
But its okay you know you just gotta get up and live the rest of your days.
I’m stuck inside away from friends
Away from school
I think I’ve turned into a fool
I feel so down at times
And feel like locking up the people is a crime