New world order II
Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 12:58 pm
[font=Microsoft Sans Serif][intro]
I seriously belive theres a new world order
and cuz of the media, the world dosent see it
Knowing I cannot be helped scares me
[personal thoughts]
In school tryin to learn pathagory, then Im slapped by reality
Teacher turns on the news, its 9/11 we're hit by catastrophe
The president states that America is populated by blasphomy
But I knew he did'nt care, its their world n we're the calorie
with dreams comes the prophecy, in mine I see only monotony
an odyssey of poverty has gottin me stuck in lower quality
nothing positive, only a minus. Blood diamons, riot sirens
ache from sinus, crisis from zionists. I only conjure defiance
I try to perceive the science but I'm struckin by arthritis
Im like a squirl, trying to bural beneath this world
I curle in a ball and hide but im hurl'd and given a referal
theres no justice just a substance of an abudant of Fuck It!
But the cry from my baby cousin has me fighting till the age of a-hundred
[Im a stan, poem]
By nature I question, my thoughts and my intentions
what is this universe, this galaxy
we survive cuz of a star that provides heat
a coensidence? or is it immanent?
these thoughts arnt reveries, there my minds felonys
I Know the present, and see the future but what was?
where am I from, before existance
[last bar]
I think myself to be ugly, like Im nothing but a message
being starved anorexic. Knowing Im dying as an adolescent[/font]
I seriously belive theres a new world order
and cuz of the media, the world dosent see it
Knowing I cannot be helped scares me
[personal thoughts]
In school tryin to learn pathagory, then Im slapped by reality
Teacher turns on the news, its 9/11 we're hit by catastrophe
The president states that America is populated by blasphomy
But I knew he did'nt care, its their world n we're the calorie
with dreams comes the prophecy, in mine I see only monotony
an odyssey of poverty has gottin me stuck in lower quality
nothing positive, only a minus. Blood diamons, riot sirens
ache from sinus, crisis from zionists. I only conjure defiance
I try to perceive the science but I'm struckin by arthritis
Im like a squirl, trying to bural beneath this world
I curle in a ball and hide but im hurl'd and given a referal
theres no justice just a substance of an abudant of Fuck It!
But the cry from my baby cousin has me fighting till the age of a-hundred
[Im a stan, poem]
By nature I question, my thoughts and my intentions
what is this universe, this galaxy
we survive cuz of a star that provides heat
a coensidence? or is it immanent?
these thoughts arnt reveries, there my minds felonys
I Know the present, and see the future but what was?
where am I from, before existance
[last bar]
I think myself to be ugly, like Im nothing but a message
being starved anorexic. Knowing Im dying as an adolescent[/font]