My zippo is warm, These cigarettes are harsh. Inhale the smoke, Exhale the hate. Watching the embers, Slowly turn to ash. Im sitting in silence, My mind screams for violence. My hands are steady, My heart calm. The barrel is a cold juss, On my temple.

Fabricated Forest Of Peace. Shooting stars, or flashing lights. Steps to heaven or fancy lights. Craft of man replaced with the craft of machine. Metalic forests, gleaming in sunlight. Emitting the fumes that are choking humanity, Ignored by the ones who have caused all this calamity. Suffered by thoes who are slave to the rich, Trained to aim for the skies ending up stuck in a ditch. Those unworthy like a pigmentation of the skin, The freckles of society, Thoes with a hidden worth, Rejected by the top, A generational curse. Never destined to stop.

society at its worst Disaster&heartache, but it doesnt stop there. Its thought of and preached, but who really cares? The poor, the rich, the white boys&thugs we are all the centre of the joke to the sterotypical punks. But if you reach to the bottom& search for the meaning, all this bullshit based on fixations and ludicrous teachings, we follow their view points just to prove that were able, but the "american dream" still isnt stable Poverty and exigency run like the rest, Like the men in the sky; with the bombs strapped to their chests. If you believe them, youre already trapped in their game, they say youve got personal freedom, yet your all raised the same. Nobody wants the reality, but theyve defeated all hope: when alliance is offered, the conversation is broke. We spend all this time on building up "#life" We forget the meaning of whats wrong and whats right, Few still have given qualities, hope they hold on to death. Cause others were proved cowards when faced with the test. Unlike the hundreds who fight for our rights, when they offer you honesty, you turn out the lights. Sincerity at is finest, benignant and pure, while some just watch, others establish a cure. But to think, thats only a nick on the board, What about the billions needed, but forced out to war. But we will let it all go "shit never happened to me" allowing yourself to only feel what you see. Thats cowardly, what if the next to go was a friend, would you blow it off, step up, would you defend? Like dictaitors in the past, civilizations reaching the end, but that doesnt stop ignorance from reeling um in. All the lies and propaganda is their key to success, i laugh at the fools who fail when faced with the test.

Generation. This generation has become so lost, The idea of perfect wrapped around, Believing being perfect and better looking; Is the only way out. Because of this flaw and so much more, We are the generation, Who will teach our children, To love and accept, Everyone and everything. No matter race, sexuality, weight or gender, For being unique and original, In their own special ways. Because we know, How much it hurts, Being kicked and taunt, To feel out of place, Like somehow we just dont belong. And no one understands We are the generation, Who will be there for their kids, And let them know, Its alright to talk about their feelings. We are the generation, Who will not let them hide in the dark, But bring them to the light, Which is filled with delight. We are the generation, That will bring a new formation.

you say.. you say you miss the person i was yesterday, and you want the old me back. But you see the person i was yesterday was a façade mearly a mirage. Something you see inside your head. And the old me. The old me, shes buried deep in the past with everything else that i need to forget. You never met me, not the real me. Because her shes hidden behind a 10ft wall and you need to prove yourself to climb over or find away around. You say you want to help me, that you want to understand me. But you donr if i was you id look and run. Cause whats hiding behind that wall, its cut, bruised and broken. Ever since i was little, i liked to be alone but never wanted to be lonely. But when youve got nobody but yourself, you learn to get stronger to not trust anybody cause even a white rose has black shadow. And forever i shall remain a lost boy. Forgotten and misunderstood.