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Train Ride Silence
- Carry a new banner cause I'm no longer here to serve modern lords,
- Fat, useless, disgusting, not even men they're like rotten gourds,
- Sitting in the garden of ideals that common men adored,
- It only makes sense that someone like me would adhore,
- The selfish lifestyle of the rich and bored,
- I'm a loving hermit, talk funny for laughs like my name was Kermit,
- Carry a gun on me without a permit, even though I'm not planning to hurt it,
- My fellow man I mean, it's just hard to stay safe when everyone is so mean,
- I don't even know why I'm here or what my life means,
- And to me it only seems like reality is often bursting at the seams,
- And I'm not sure if it's the nature of our universe or something unseen,
- What could that mean? What could that be? Could it be a god I could not see?
- Or is it just the over imagination of the mind of me?
- Don't mind me, cause when we're fading into the dark I doubt that you'll find me,
- I just hope that arrogance and ego don't blind me,
- Cause I've made so much progression that I don't want to rewind me,
- Took all the wicked shit from my past and managed to put it behind me,
- Sitting alone in a train, wishing that I could just focus on a single thought in my brain,
- Wish that I could force myself to make some kind of positive gain,
- Instead of sitting on my PC hoping I can play a good game,
- So much stuff that I'm trying to block out that I'm not sure if I'm sane,
- Please just think about my words for a bit and get what I'm saying,
- Remember so many good memories of laying down at a party, thinking bout something arty,
- faded out of my mind so I can't even think of where my car be,
- But I'm not sure if I was happy because that's the real me,
- or if its because I was blind to what could be,
- more tragedy in my life than a series of movies, that I refused to see.
- I'm a lost boy, trying to get to Neverland,
- can't even find myself a better land,
- that isn't full of assholes or self regret,
- and none of my peers even seem to get,
- that I've never been in war but I dealt with PTSD like an army vet,
- when I see somebody trip, I see a bloody body who's begging me to stop,
- and I just want to kill it to put it out of its misery,
- cause he wasn't a man to me, just something to beat up like the drums of a band,
- gee, something's really fucking wrong with me,
- but I suppose that's its better than what I could be,
- old mentality with a full clip would be a sight to see,
- cause you'd all be dead to me, metaphorically and literally.
- Would you really want to fuck with me? And still people did.
- Couldn't afford a knife so I made me a shiv,
- even though it was just kid V kid, I still cut a wrist and it wasn't mine,
- cause I've never been suicidal just out of my mind,
- got lost beating fuckers and forgot the time, fuck a lemon on the wound,
- I was unorthodox, I used a lime,
- and even though nowadays I'm with classy dimes who like to drink mimosas and box wine,
- I never really knew how the fuck my mind had developed these strange rhymes.
- Or how the fuck I manage to portray myself as such a fine mind,
- cause in reality I've taken pay just to lose my temper on a stranger,
- and then show up to church the next day and act like the boy from the manger,
- I've spend whole days just sitting in my room not eating,
- just thinking about what those wise men from the past were once speaking,
- I thought long ago that it was just my curiosity peaking,
- but I was just peeking at the tip of the iceberg, cause with knowledge came power,
- the kind of mental power that you only get during a long shower,
- and my mind was exploding into new questions every single hour,
- no longer did I feel the need to make my peers cower,
- and some took my sudden change of personality as me becoming a coward,
- but those who managed to stay loyal,
- now sit with me on an elevated mentality like we were raised royal,
- despite the fact that in our entire youth all we did was toil,
- so that we had enough money for the booth of events we weren't old enough to get into,
- I often ask myself what would have happened if I didn't do
- anything to get myself away from my old crew,
- or to remove a stereotypical greed from my mentality like a German portrayal of the Jew,
- trying out deep thought was something new,
- and it had me feel a fucking shine like a waxed jewel, i stopped worrying about my stacks to,
- cause I knew that I wouldn't need them to impress the right crew,
- and that no matter what I do, those who love will love me,
- if that's not what I want to make my life new.
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