Funny isn’t it

To live is to die slowly

To wonder and worry

Work until your sweat makes your vision blurry

All of our time for what

A scar to prove life’s knife’s cut

Forget your front

Open up to a new idea

Death is finial, see ya

So secure in your lie, I wouldn’t wana be ya

This new idea makes life hard to swallow

Makes you feel real, but hollow

Life’s a joke, do you follow?

So give up all of this pain

This life is lived in vain

Funny isn’t it

!~WARNING~!

TOO MUCH CHEESE

!~WARNING~!

Like a beautiful sunset completes the day

You complete me in that same way

I’m meant to be with you
There’s nothing I wont go though

The darkest days of blue

It doesn’t matter, my love is true

Ever since the day you came into my life

I knew from then that you were my wife

To cherish, to hold till death do us part

You know I love you with all my heart

And my life could never start

Without its biggest part

You

So this is the state of the world
A transitional phase
I’m caught in this place
Haven’t slept in days

Hypocrisy called democracy
A lie to vote for
Autocracy via bureaucracy
Nothing more to implore

Someone open your eyes
Don’t you see these lies
I can’t hold this inside
Freedom dies

No one stops this movement
Everyones caught up in the moment
So naive with your smiles
As we lay down for our atonement

This is the world as I know it
The biggest secret and I hold it
Sanity is a scarce bit
And stupidity is the biggest hit

Ignorance and indolgence
Its Americas pride
And America loves it
No reason to hide

We expand our boarders
As childern-troops die
We gain more oil
As the death toll flys

But why would I tell you this?
And interrupt your state of bliss?
You, American, so emotinaliss
Read the names on our death list

Visit the families that are never the same
And after your relize it wasn’t just a name
Tell me then who is to blame
Tell me then who really is sain

But those lucky few that live to fight another day
Will contune fighting, but not in the same way
No, after we’ve killed enough to say we’ve won
And broken every moroal under the sun

They go “home” and contune the battle in the mind
Tortured and broken, deaths fineist design
But there is no home to go to, memories raplaced
Tortured and broken, deaths fineist taste

But remember this is for freedom
Killing our children isn’t treason
Don’t act, there is no reason
After all wars just in season