Fuck this noise,
screw the shit out of no.
We forgot what we fought for,
we forgot the children who dreamed for more.

I can’t doesn’t live anymore
I’m terrified is too busy choking the hell
out of not worth it, too dirty, are we
Too many fucking storms, I can’t keep up the charade.

No you are not allowed this close,
I slit the throat of I care and used her blood
to cut the lines you cried,
before pulling them through rolled greens that mean too much.

I let my hatred play in sandboxes
while my fingers bruise inner walls that clench
tightly, sick sounds running rivers
that lead to the garbage-ridden streets we were told to dream.

Too hard is for those who don’t know.
How to bleed, how to be beaten and bruised,
We still have the courage to scream out fuck yous
before the ecstasy forces our eyes to roll back and muscles quiver

I put my fist through the violinists stomach,
and used his bow to play love songs against his ribs.
I want you to remember the moment you stopped being his,
When the heart beat you started to hear, was the one pounding in your ears.

Fuck. This. Noise.