Dead End Armageddon

Unorthodox apocalypse. Dead end Armageddon.
No one wants to contradict and let the future set in.
Who will be your friend then? How will you pretend then?
When the days are lost to memories, the past will never end.
Don't apologize for anything as these nights burn out.
If you can't pick out the lies, then you better learn how.
Time is wasting away beneath our dirty palms and minds.
Life is just a waltz around a field of bombs and mines.
These concubines, useless relationships, I hate this shit.
Friends are only around to help you celebrate your bliss.
Never commiserating shit. So quick to flee with the pain life brings.
It's fucking disgusting. And it's too late to discuss things.
Once you step off my plane of existence expect future resistance
My ego is persistent and my cold shoulder's vindictive.
You can fall away forever until you break your neck on your reflection.
Visualize the lies you used to compromise. Synaptic recollection.
Unadaptive obsessions end in disaster and regression.
Captivating catastrophes highlight the truth like a lesson.
The ink is fresh on the page but it will forever stain
I didn't learn from you, I learned from the pain.
I learned to flush the garbage from my heart's drain.
This denial was beautiful before it was an issue.
But I lost myself in trust with the idea that I'd miss you.
This world has a way to take away what is fake.
Painstaking and breathtaking, left my mind wide awake.
Once a blind mistake, now a moment to take
A moment to make a choice to make a change.
To save myself and sell you out like you did to me
This war was your idea. I just want the victory.
So yea maybe these memories are contradictory.
Maybe I am just a bitter fuck bent on causing misery.
But I don't give a fuck. My smile has never been this wide.
This life and these pricks gave me my sense of pride.
Because no matter how many nights I've spent dying alone.
I made it through without you. I did it on my own.
So thank you for showing me all my priorities.
Thank you for the key to living without falsities.
I will never make a promise that I don't plan to keep.
I will never take a moment if I don't plan to dream.
I will never be you. I'll always question what I see.
So here's to the fake and the real me you set free.

Crash the Market

We can educate the young. We can devour the weak.
We can medicate the dumb with our power to speak.
We are in charge of the world. We are the only dreamers left.
We will fight for our hearts to the moments of our death.
Until our breath breaks apart from the lungs in our chest.
And they pile up our parts in the ground like the rest.
No longer forgotten like the rotten and the ignorant.
They will remember my name but not for its innocence.
I will live my life making marks on society.
Eroding and corroding the ways they fuckin lied to me.
But I'm no hero, just a monster with a motive.
I'm no man; I'm just boy who exploded.
Let's take a second to realize. Nah, don't waste a moment.
Just look at life through real eyes and realize that you own it.
Propaganda prophecies with the power to influence.
These media mockeries screamin Nike- just do it.
Just ruin. Just shut up and go through it.
Close your fuckin mouth now if you aint gonna use it.
They try to tell us that our thoughts are no longer pursuant
To their cause and their fight so now we're incongruent
To their laws and their rights so thinkers are the enemy.
We must maintain an image and sell our identity.
Our minds are marketable like statistics and prisons.
Cage away imagination with no choice but to listen.
But a voice is my mission and I choose to disrespect
any motherfucker who's brave enough to attempt
an attack on my right to speak my mind free and clear.
Anyone disagree? I'll be standin right here.