antithetic

My Love I woke up this afternoon, And got myself a gun. Don't you fret or run, my love, The fun has just begun. Only have six bullets, my love, How ever will I choose? How can I really decide Who gets to win or lose? A bullet into all the bullies, All the ones I really despise. They brought it upon themselves, my love, They wrote their own demise. A bullet into all the clones, my love, Following all the mindless trends, Still trying to be exactly the same Stealing the minds of all my friends. A bullet into you, my love, For every lie you told that I believed A bullet into God, my love, For it was I, all along, whom you dec

Flutter By, Butterfly A moth rests on an open leaf And to it we pay no attention. A butterfly rests on a open leaf It's Nature's greatest invention. We'd swat away a moth, Press against the wall an ant or fly, Step upon a roach or beetle, But we'd never harm a butterfly. So flutter by, butterfly. Rejoice in your unquestionable reign. Flutter past the moths and beetles, Oblivious your beauty is driving them insane. All we see is the outside, Unaware how alike they really are. Underneath they're nearly the same-- But the butterfly is still the star. So flutter by, butterfly. While eyes see you and pass me by. Flutter by the c

744? Slavery has yet to come to an end, Society blindly follows each trend. Hundreds more succumb each day Thinking it is the righteous way. 81, 82, 83 more follow still. What ever happened to human free will? Slaves to our fears of the unknown; Slaves to the ideas of our own. In bondage to the conformation we have created in this nation. 210, 211, 212 more follow still. Killing ourselves, our heads to the drill. What makes you great is not who you are, Its how you dress and what kind of car. Straying from the path leads to conformity, too: More try to stray; now they're  individuals--just like you. 405, 406, 407 more follow

my recreation feels like there\'s no use trying with each step i\'m ten thousand more miles behind i\'ve already lost the race, my oppressors in first place stumbling, falling, face to the pavement, bleeding, crawling. tell me, why should I keep running? and its beginning to seem like all I want to do now is get away from the world and you and me. hide in my corner and cry myself to a sleep that i\'d never wake up from. hanging on to life by what used to be a thread trying so hard to convice myself that it hasn\'t already unraveled, that everything i had is yet to be dead when every second more of it turns to dust and all

i would give myself to you. let me allow you to control me. sacrifice the burdens of the free for a taste of their ignorance, their blissful slavery. so say lies and deceit. prove to me exactly what i want to believe. tell us everything we want to hear. sell me a heaven, tell me there is nothing to fear. make me believe. show me all the things i\'ve ever needed i can find inside you. promise me happiness, assure me that it\'s true. give me deliverance, forgive me of my sins. make me pure once more just so i can do it all again.