I am a vigil of the evening skies, watching over your thoughts, until the metaphor dies
Counting Down From Three before you disgust me, tracing out the mind of the enemy.
Through Thoughts unspoken, dead and broken, give me a reason to believe
That you’ll come around, before we’re all bound, to go down, down, down, you see.
And as I sit at home and write the generic thoughts to a pathetic life,
My mind drags me up and down the lines, without a single hint or sign
Of being better than this, or being able to move past the ignorance
that makes up this bitter town here, and most of the fucks I end up near.
Without a Sound, I’ll spew an overture
that breaks the ground, for the immature
And it gets me so down,
that this will never cease, and I’m outnumbered to say the least
I’ll lay six words on the table, what are you trying to do
you’re unstable, and so far from the truth
Just a few more words, and a breath and a half
to say you’re the worst scum this world has had
And I watch it through bloodshot eyes, hating this world, and waiting for its demise
but if it’s criticism that you fear, I’ll shout again so you can hear
Without a Sound, I’ll spew an overture
that breaks the ground, for the immature
And it gets me so down,
that this will never cease, and I’m outnumbered to say the least, to say the least
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