Social Institutionalization in 500 words or less
"pray your prayers you peasant. its the end of the road." came the words with the guns but nobody knows how it hurts him. there are places even bullets wont go. her eyes were as blue as the bruises covered by the bandages where he hit but the sirens didn't scream as loud as she did. and everyday in buildings a boss steals the lives of millions and they've lost the will to walk out. cause the money makes it worth it. more worth it than to stand. and you'll die quietly in place thanking your captors. but dying alone and unfulfilled and so very soulless was the last thing
for which you had planned.
and start bands and play the beats like they played you for a fool back then. and never sing
along to anyone else's shit again. this is us . la da da da da da, that is them. we're all fucked but crying just means giving up so not a tear will drop from these dry eyes 'till we all stop and see that when we
dwell more upon the srtuggle than the living, we are no longer free.
she saw you at the show on that random october day and at random looked over to say that at once she had tried and at once she had failed. everytime
she pushed papers she felt the dispair.
SPEND YOUR TIME MUCH MORE WISELY THAN YOUR MONEY. ITS MUCH MORE VALUABLE.
i saw that she had been brandishing her body with the best tattoos that money could buy.
she said "cause you're white collar and im blue sky."
shes screaming like it matters but she spit the words out right that "i tried so hard to love you but your suit was just a little too tight". she said
"cause your white collar doesn't fit me right". shes screaming bloody murder but she spit the words out right that "i tried so hard to love you but your
suit was just a little too tight."
and im living (x3) like i never lived before.
and im living (x2) like your way of living wasnt good enough for me.
