Guidance
Bonez
What am I supposed to be?Some kind of man, made of steel? Like those autumn leaves you fall From off your trees your lives are reaped Hope is such an old cliche? stampeded by our runaways Damn those words they're used to say Freedom and justice, so God damn empty Bones, bones, bones All around me, and I'm screaming And I'm bleeding Growing old so soon, so fast Children morph into glass. Prisoners in our own cells, We keep the keys beside our deeds Gazing tombstones turn to me And force their essence into me We should all laugh at this trap Because people still use words like freedom and justice Don't you lock yourself up and then complain, About those wings that were taken away, Don't you dare look at me in that damn cold way, Take my grace and shove it in your face.
From Letras Mania