The government mob is gonna whack me
With a proclamation of unpaid taxes
Its that unquestionable organized crime
Mad shit influenced such pernicious result
Periodical sobriety of governmental assholes
Caused a pumpously lucid vision
Standardized testing proved them disappointment
American youth with no recognition of political reasoning
An enormously and grotesquely corrupt systematic finger
Is pointed towards a whole generation
Rebuking us as a people of excessive drugusers
Incompetent and slothlike
And thus ladies and gentlemen we recognize this as hypocrisy
In actuality their war is fueled because of their ignorance
They are threatened by our non-conformity
And treat us as rivals because we think for ourselves
-Vixen

Contentment faded at a sight of such disgust
A self battering mind in delusional misery
Banish thyself from any freedom
Bleeding mind filled with wrath
Hate this life, hate this world
Torturing an unstable presence
Reactions towards the opponent shaded
Sights of beauty now look at shit
Those ones with mallets swing shots
In reality they're there as confidants
A mountain to climb for triumph
Bruised admission to a place called nothing.
-Vixen

-A Sign Of Distress-
Standing solemnly in an incomplete circle
Perfection in whose eyes?
A tainted feeling with no other place to turn
No feelings but pain
Utter instability in all situations
The untouchable soul
How can this anger pass?
Resurrection of yet another death
With no cares or worries
A stop to think kills the naive
Questioning that mind who never quite
looked in the other direction
All possible occurrences ache with agony
Heated in a current moment of life
Dissolved fusion between two angles of perspective
and yet disconnected
When will those eyes finally open with the answer?
Halted, deceased with nowhere to go
-Vixen

We are labeled delinquents
With a public eye beating us down
Oppressing our minds as if unworthy
Here I stand in the mind of a capitalistic America
Grew up without money but don't pity me
A mom who loved me, a dad who loved cocaine
A welfare check once a month
No chance in this world but my own
I spend my days in an unjustified public school
It is my own fault
My clothes are different, my thoughts complex
With grades my only chance to make it
Im left busting my ass for what?
To grow up with a mentality in which I hate
And have that financially set salary,
Walking towards an alter with an invisible father at my arm
Or otherwise live free and broke
Intelligent and yet naive about life
-Vixen

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