I'll cut my hair when you pick up that name you dropped
Backstabbers incorporated
Everything is not fine. And I'll be damned if I walk that flatline, like all the kids that slit their wrists and try to balance on this tightrope.
As fiction turns to fact, more smiles are pushed face down in the dirt...
and new tales of heroism are taught to virgin ears as soon as they show signs of free thinking. I was taught one too many lies from a school that didnt care...
As fiction turns to fact, more smiles are pushed face down in the dirt...
and new tales of heroism are taught to virgin ears as soon as they show signs of free thinking. I was taught one too many lies from a school that didnt care...
I was told to believe in a god that no one has proof is even fucking there. We are. We are not...
not the fucking students... We are the target practice for the headhunters we hold so high in respect.
What a fucking joke.... taught to be raising our hands when we should be raising our fucking fists.
(How long before you realize everything you have been taught is wrong?....Fuck the rules...fuck the laws....raise your fucking fist....)
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