Struggle all week till Friday pour some shots and drink the pain… regret our decisions come Saturday Sunday say thanks, bow heads and p… Monday is back to start again
Look outside and what do I see? A giant shopping mall from coast t… Turn on tv and what do I see? Advertisements sublimanly telling… Talk to most people and what do I…
No longer fearing death happy to know this body is mortal sometimes wanting to end it myself but still knowing there is much to… my heart yearns for something more
Your concious creates your reality live from the heart to the mind you must be the gatekeeper to your… concious control of your thoughts… living through love or from fear i…
Stop applying all this make up, and see that you’re beautiful as you are. When will you wake up, and start to love the reflection in your bathroom mirror? You’re beautiful inside and ou...
My secrets, will you keep them? Our memories, have you deleted the… The lies, will you repeat them? Right now my soul keeps bleedin My heart, it is dead inside.
The hour glass is upside down. The sands running now. Better think of something quick so we can turn these lives around. Hit you with the facts. That’s cognitive disonance. Liberated m...
call me weird because I like to go to the beach and meditate. The booze, music, and simple mindedness, just aids in spreading the hate. You’re being told to act like this in order to ...
There’s no escaping the animal wit… doesn’t matter what you do the beast will win in the end at this inevitable ending hopefully we find a new beginning
Illuminati masters Turning this world into one big di… Death creeps upon us faster and fa… Mocking us through the tv screen. Shows, commercials, and music all…
An hour till the clock chimes. I’ll help you see with my rhymes, that time is almost up for this na… Reality will lift the vail. Many will go to jail.
Cant see through the lies, have yo… closed minds they’ve been deciving one way for me to teach them I’ll try, but it’s hard to reach t…
The mirror of reality false sense of individuality who it is you’re with those whom you’ve called a friend all reflective of what’s within
What makes you be you? What makes me be me? Could it be what we’re subjected t… in our individual realities? If I grew up in your shoes,
Just can’t find a way out, there’s no escaping. Can’t seem to figure this out, the times escaping. Me!