True sarcasm
Isn't it a funny thing
You do not take me serious
Whether or not I am being sarcastic
How complimented I feel
Really it's that simple
Childish it seems
perhaps it is
What I feel
Indeed
The day has shown its light
And darkness is the night
Sure
We stand
Here still
In the midst of the storm
In panic or calm
We have to move on
Easier said
when what needs to be kept away
is already gone
Why are you here
Under your control
I question the thought
repetitive goal
It seems to me I'm loosing my grip
Or readjusting my touch
Whatever it is
A diamond rough
Coincidence is believable
Dreams aren't achievable
We're not awake
We're asleep
To wake up and conquer
What a rush
I'm loosing my gut
The feeling the strut
Bleeding with Hush
An unstoppable Fuck
The demons that lurk in the giddy of such
Believe me
I know
That all is unknown
You claim partnership
to the kingdom
That I've called my home
It makes me feel lost
As if I forgot
The child that I was
All the people
their distant memories
All those faces grew up
What is related
if there is no pattern?
How can we learn
When all that is new
Cook up your stew
I spit out your foul
Filth that you bring
forward and still
The ship will now sink
You have not much time
To scheme up a way for the battle we fight!
Who comes out on top
Only they can say
Or hold it a secret
The Losers Parade
