1. BULLET HOLES IN A MEMORY

Could I ever kill that face?
Could I even kill the memory
Would I ever shut the light out
That once shined upon my face
Sentiment turned nightmares
And nightmares of now regret
I could never forget the way you tore my dreams apart
The kiss that tears my lips
Too scared to close my eyes,
My dreams of what could have been
Tear me apart
What was never meant to be
That's why I killed the memory
Sentiment
Resentment.


2. WEAKNESS OF TRUST

My friends are the blood that is me
I call them family
The trust and respect we have is something you could never come between
You tried to end it
But you fucking failed
naivety led you to assume that
I held you in contempt.

But you're so wrong in assuming
That I live for hating you
You want this attention
But I deny your pleads.
Friendships come and go
The true ones remain
only to those who don't change
No ideology can surpass this
Words can pile upon words but they
can never imitate reality

The feeling is mutual, so stay the fuck away from me
I've let go of you, thrown you all away
What I let you touch
What I let you ruin
This is regret of my weakness of trust.
Weakness of trust. weakness

But with scars now I turn away
Leaving nothing for you to touch
You had the ignorance to shed the falsehood
Of superiority
This arrogance deserves but contempt
But the time I take to remember you

Is a preemptive notion against crossing people like you
Ever again.


3. FULL TIME MISERY

As I close my eyes,
I try to believe a lie
That compassion is rewarded
Many are the walking dead
Singing a dirge of regret in vain
Worshiping idols, instead of their own selves.
Stepping stones of judgment-
Of a false image of hearts displayed

Wants and needs, are distorted
Through a violent act of blame
Some many discontented
What is taught is misleading
What is told crushes the spirit
How far must this generation fall before we
tighten the noose around its neck
How much more can we mourn for ourselves?
This way of living miserably

Modern gods on the television set
Everybody wants to be a rock-star
our intentions
were unimpeachable-for what you made us ask for

Depression seeping deeper into us
And this world we hold accounted for
compassion is a crime, insecurity is our punishment.