Tomorow is the hopefull peace lies in the palm of our hands there youthful there bright we could fill the dark world fill it with light feed the childend who will never eat take it from those who suffer glutinay put the shoes on the feet with the bloody toes a closet full of shoes takes it from those shower the drouts with tears of joy pray for peace to all our gods for they make you smile they halp your odds hug the crying shake the poor mans hand drink your coffee with differn't colors they are THE only fellow man As for our sisters you must drink coffee too But tell each other your beautiful cause our jeliousy is crul

although I twist and turn at night I'll always vomit to the sound when off the quite car light goes and the door is swiftly slamed through the gate you wisper unconsered about sound fire wores up in the city every where you've been twausing turning hurting burning I hate my little sin but you seem to point it out quit well the sin is me I can not change the karma is so heavy here the tension rises high the yelling the screaming the back and forth the door that you will never open I want to leave I want to cry but together youll intaragate my full slate of intention back and forth between you selve while I scream at the top of my lungs you'll throw me down you'll show me how to shutup when I'm told than take away all I love than give it back in a seconde tawse my feeling around around and blame me for my mind while you sit there and you laugh cause you can make up my life fill my slate with hell and hurt and tell me every thing will be just FINE

And so it begins.....summer

seaping through my room your thoughts carupt me A misrable banter of hate that you bring in there walk it across the floor fill it to the ceiling in the crakes on the walls fill this emty box with tears use them to feed your soul you try to hard to break me drown me with your seeing eyes but the picture frams hold hate there a christmas tree of lies wrape me up with anger in your box full of tears send me away, never open me as I leave to be sent away the carupt thoughts and misrable banter all goes away

Every thing you do becomes insolvent Brimming about But the finicky broadcast in your mind Causes you to lose your impulse While you drift to your celestial high Delirious on a cloud Oh don’t they all wish to be with you Not a single regard to attended But don’t you itch to be like them Alive, brisk and ambitious With not a moment to lose While your brimming about nothing Never aspiring to anything at all The high life’s not so high When it hits rock bottom all alone Your cloud seems like a shadow And your broadcast know make sense Telling you to move on And so you do so

live the easy life up in hollywood do nothing for money except for look good no longer for the music only for the fame talentless and cheap rotting in my brain watching people die all over on the news hungry with no clothes while you count your doller bills then you try to help try to give some money only give one mill when you have fiftythree aids are such a problem but so is your hair it really is quite sad three thousand doller underware theres childern dying all around no food no clothes no life it boils down to one small thing but no one has the time if your money is so frivolious spent on only your looks maybe spend your un earned money on childern with no books

ain't got a care in the world only got 50 bucks a few good friends to have fun with one cigerette and a hand full a mush waiting in my pocket Not to mension the weather whos to complain not I

you can't curl my hair your not my mother any more its never fair when your parents are all whores don't say you love me and then yell right in my face call me just what I am a misrible mistake and where is daddy know that every ones far gone married to hoe and beats on her childern i guess I wasn't good enough didn't want black and blue skin i guess you like it when feel more a sin your little girl all fucked up know cocaine and some gin walked her into church on suday know she just sleeps in maybe shed be happy if mother would let her free but her happy world could never happen shes a memorie

I saw you reflect me through a pain of glass in a city full of people who wish to reflect you through glass shattered pain a walk through the shards could cut open your mind or scar you shut but at the end you can run wild out side the cities bubble you can peer through but you can't go back the process which can not be reversed your held the way you stay by the hands of the ones who love you but never feel the satisfaction of touch for they are only in your mind and as you watch through the glass bubble there they are on the other side living and loving but your roots are in the ground unmoveible to any touch so you watch the world change and grow while you stay the same cause you walked the shards of glass

Baggers must not chose but those who chose must beg All we do is stuff our mouths full of food we don't hunger for We stuff our souls full of pain we've never felt befor We stuff our heart full of those we have broken apart We stuff our minds full of knowlage that we will never use And all this time there are people that need our "stuff" baggers must not chose but those who chose must beg!

beutiful your smile like sunset sky. a forest of daisies for every tear you cry. peace will come togther in a dream not far way, past the trons apon your rose bed, lays the heart of a child lost in your head. find him in the pettles of your mind ease you pain and say good bye. strange is the mind that becons in your head oh so lovey...

born in a differnt sky from the class around me put into their world filled with small blasfamie confused by the lives they lead under their fathers wing but his was cut off by cokecaine blow me off in to the wind theres a war in my mind no matter what I'll win each side of me already loves it already adictied to the sin held together by my own fucking lies torn to peices by everyone eles and scattered in all the minds of friends who come and gone I'm satisfyed

Well heres some pink floyed for you! Green is the colour heavey hung the canopy of blue shade my eyes and i can see you white is the light that shines through the dress that you wore she lay in the shodow of a wave hazy were the visons overplayed sunlight on her eyes but moonshine made her cry every time green is the colour of her kind quikness of the eye deceives the mind envy is the bond between the hopful and the dambed

I guess its over...

this is confusing but i'm not lost i know where i am on my tip toes and there about to break this is tempting but there no disire i know what i want i want freedom but its about to escape this is painful but i'm not hurt there's no wounds on my body they all seem too fake this is fleating but its still here theres no sign i throw it away in my tears made to a lake this is over but ut never ends i know were it starts back in my mind when I took the apple from the snake...

theres a blizerd inside and I'm going under i wonder if I sleep tonight will it all be gone in the morning will the snow leave will it want me back slowly shuting down why do I have to laern my lession twice before I learn them fully its only a drug it has no emoition no feelings at all but it still gains control its not even living yet I love it so its not even alive and it owns me but I pay for it I need to change the weather to clear sunny skys

get off you nies and rise up form the floor don't worship the ones the ones you adore put your others before and be pleased through there *glory* hold the hand of you enimy get up with them as they fall and through that, time can change *All* if I do this for you I woun't feel so below if we can do it together no more frowns will grow so treat me as though I were *You* And the world can be made made up of Queens and Made up of kings make peace with your *neigbour* cause only we can for give SIN

buddy don't worrie desert doesn't always come with lunch! Friendship is wastful when its feelings you wast but the bad is the good in forms of befor first open your certain the window comes last never the door the screen only filters out all the fake and crying boastful but we all need to boast it helps push the mind into opening doors of possibility to lifes, friends, all old and new until you didn't realize you only grew

you write about that girl the one on the drugs coke head by night pot head by day and mushroom on the side coming home red eyed making mommy always cry doesn't eat for days you'd think she may die gone for some time where could she be looking at life possibly on the street eats nothing at all but pukes twice a night every body sees it theres nothing they can do but set her of screaming probibly at you she may pretend to be strong and alright but you haven't heard her cry all night holds her teddy bear close while she takes the last line and all shell ever get is that life is unkind.

I'm on the front watching persacution defite the people I love as they watch me defite my self in the perfict rut only I know talk is useful not even close to cheap theres just no one to LISION no one who wants to UNDERSTAND theres just one thing you don't need to do don't pick apart my roses don't shove the pettles in my face don't hold there colors agaist me i share them as a gift one to not pass on treasure them like REGREATS theres always time to hold on to kiss ill direction on the cheak send it out to sea goods byes are just regreats I'll take the one that are left there for me.