rantem

Doesn't feel like christmas in hollywood

the ribbons wrapped around my wrists and neck

a coup d'etaut of antichrists

slavery still lives today

wage slaves raking up change

working with dead animals

to feed a greedy nation

stomaches bigger than their wallets

and all you can do is eat

sleep doesn't even come cheap

or with a conscience clean

when you dream

do you see me

or do you see tomorrow

nothing changes

history repeats itself

this blitzkrieg of beloved "soldiers"

who do you think you are

to brandish a weapon

in our name

no sleep makes me nothing more than a writing machine

pink lemonade sunset

staring out of the window

across the street

yardlights left on

just for me

if i call you home

will you call me tomorrow?

can we keep this a secret

or should we tell everyone

your friends and mine

its only a matter of time

load up the car and hit the road

like a popchart

singing songs on the way to rescue you

the castle is waiting for us

to hang our heavy heads up

let's just use our heart tonight

for as long as you'd like

until fatigue takes us under

like an anesthetic

sweet sweet sleep

put me to dreams

p.s.

all of the sense in the world

couldnt buy me on this one

i'm sold out

tell me a true story, its only a story that isnt that true

everyones a liar! redhanded and blue in the face!

way to choke on that last lap,

out of breath and off pace!

you broke the commandments,

youve lost the human race!

now i see the funny side, i'm always smiling

as sunlight pours into the room

waking up like the dead from a tomb

skin that feels ancient

dragging itself across the floor

hand to the graveyard door

turn the knob and down the stairs

head filled with secrets too doomed to share

just keep it locked tight inside the chest

only one has the key, none of the rest

spend hours lifeless inside of this hole

trying to find those days where you can find your soul

yet it doesnt really seem impossible

but the price is going up for fossil fuel