Senseless
• Written by HunterF
This is the Youth of today
Less work more play
wonsering why we're staying
In this place that destroys dreams
The blodge of tobacco speckled green
A transitional stage stuck between
fucked up limbo for the homestuck teens
Because we're the skinny Jean wearing
Synthetic tunes from A boombox blari
Bread throwing pensioner scaring
At the pub on a Tuesday glaring
At the pretty girls we're staring
Not a single fuck caring
Because A 9-5 job is a great opportunity
for failure ridden immunity
Don't talk to me about survival
When I wish for a bullet with no chance of revival
Hide it all, i guess I'm mentally ill
Kill! Kill! Kill! Your thoughts or have your blood spilled
Bad thoughts hitting me, thinking about
Havibfa session on your obituary
Your last breath will go down in history
Your cause of death no mystery
You'll suffer more than a kid with dysentery
You said you left me in a pool of my own blood
Vengeance is coming, I guess I'm Robin Hood
The trivia on skins
The smell of warm tins
3 seans and 2 Finns
Abandoned field drinking to fit in
And the lightweight is accused of bitchin'
Two cans and he's puking in yourkitchen
He tried Mary Jane but it waJungle beats, Hostel retreats,
half gram of md and a dime bag of ecstasy
A q of green, I didn't set out to demean
your heightened sense of superiority
It's not your fault you're so high and mighty
When all your llife you're told to be
Obsessed with the lure and search of money
Character doesn't equate when you can't see
Past your gate to the view you paid for
That's funny
You sigh, you huff, you say 'life's tough'
''honey who does this happen to good people like us'
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HunterF
Member since April 8 2015