Sway to the rythem try and close your eyes. Feel into the music as speakers feed you lies. An airwave of the understanding can I breed a smarter few? All I can hope is that of those that hear me, one of these days I may break free.

Expect the best, prepare for the worst. Do your own thing and fuck what others think. Dont judge me because I sin differently. Here with great friends, good laughes and lasting memories,

Time can be such a funny thing, always moving to the future to glorify the past. Amplifying the pain, in picture frames of glass. So was our touch half as sacred as I made it out to seem, or just another fabrication of a half dream?

We tend to seek happiness when life is a choice, because its naturally Hell to fill this void with a voice.

So raise your hands up high with me, we were born into a tragedy. Lets raise our voice and be rude. Fuck this life of servitude.

Behind every mess is a beautiful mistake. Dont leave your life up to chance and fate. The power of suggestion leaves a sour taste of improvised perfection.