he can't stay still though try he might.
Heart moments break and try to fight -
He's just looking for an excuse.
To break
The rhythm.
To sate the hunger and to scream and crawl
across the floor and up the wall.
To cry and press the self-destruct,
To unstuck the world in which it had stuck.
To fool the fools and burn the school,
To live and die and
not feel.
A single.
Fucking.
Thing.
For fuck's sake, won't you lot just shut up.
Leave it alone, and let it be.
If you can't see what you won't see,
It doesn't matter a single bit - doesn't it?
Cos' in the end this pathetic mewl,
this stupid song, this fairy reel.
Will fall and crash and rot and burn,
Placed inside a pewter urn.
Cos' in the end this is nothing more,
than anything that you've ever heard before.
In the end, this is mindless fun,
Back of throat kissing barrel of gun.
In the end, nothing will change.
In the end, this will be laughed at.
Pretentious and stupid, and childish and gay.
Funny as funny is.
Nothing but a phase they will say,
As I am eaten by the 'they'.
Cos' in the end, there are the businessmen.
There are the rich and there are the poor.
And there is the long-run - where we are all dead.
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