The hardest punch that I ever took Went straight to the heart & I threw up my guts I've never had to swallow so much blood before The hardest hit that
My back aches from sleeping on the floor but, I'm in love! My 17 year old self would be so impressed He couldn't have planned this better himself I'
Each heavy sigh rings out like gunshots As the tension escalates Who needs a fucking balaclava When tears will streak and hide your face The daggers
Rolled eyes, long sigh It's nothing new You say 'politics are boring And there's nothing we can do' If you're not angry you're not listening You have
You can't give up hope just because it's hopeless. You gotta hope even more, and cover your ears and go 'bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla!' And if you
This silence is deafening please just talk to me, open & honestly. We sit mouths shut and bleeding, while we swallow every shard of truth. We have to
The best cliches will always leave your stomach in knots Tried and true, that one's a classic Gives weight to every blow Fucking fantastic! So dry those
There's blood everywhere Left my heart in the sun to dry up Now it's black I'll put it back in the hole in my chest What a mess, I'll admit it was stupid
I know you're in there somewhere I can see it burning in your eyes I know you're in there somewhere stop telling me you've let that fire die Cut yourself
Every night when I come home I hope you'll be there Every day when I wake up I'm so glad to see you Sometimes when I don't tell you just how much you
Throw a stone Throw another Fire a poem Slash a tire Raise a fist Raise your voice Raise a child Wear a mask Honor the martyrs Study the map Build
Bittersweet. Fell down, broke teeth. But the risk was worth the fall. Vulnerability wouldn't mean a thing without the threat of drops of salt I'm doing
My dear heart, are you dead? Beat twice for 'no' Stop beating for 'yes' I'm tired, I'm broken, and yeah I'm a mess But I'll still press on and on I
What is your destiny? the policewoman said (20% amnesia) The word that she wanted was destination I'm afraid (20% amnesia) This is your future boy, this
1-2-3,2-2-3 The twitching impulses to speak your mind I'll lend you my microscope and maybe you will find it Is it in that ugly place that's just behind
When nobody knows she puts on secret clothes And lies in the meadow with her hands tied behind her back I won't refuse if you know how to use it Just
She'll fix you with an iron cross And cover you up with petals And hang you up with some amber beads And four or five precious metals And in that black
Blessings I don't count Small mercies and such The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour Now there's a tragic waste of brutal youth Strip
