Saccharine Trust

I Have - Saccharine Trust Pages turn My stare burns The conflict of logic The crowd stands in awe Screen in a speakeasy A man in black We've addressed many times And call on now Thought occurs I've been here before Hear his words I've seen him somewh

drunk on the blood stuck to the rug he vomits nostalgia as the casualties watch him seethe with careful curiosity with a raw dialogue and effort to waste he gives his sermon but his words are pointless to the sober conscious they breathe the same air

delicate moment saw you again leap year summer presence drew in flies of success squandered about ritual fashion leaving no doubt you were a hit plain to see busy boulevard hidden street I prayed lightly weaved my path raise no question how I survive

I'm tired of being called a production slave damaged soul working these hours they shut us off they're inhumane they're not our friends laughing at the bosses jokes they couldn't care less if we tried our best as long as we put our sweat into their n

You were always cunning like the game you'd play As your mindless kindless friends would say You got what you wanted but not what you needed No matter how hard you pleaded Your eighteen and you know it all So how in the hell could you ever fall For s

you'll see something ugly it's not the kind of thing you'd expect from a body don't see me this way with my knees on rice and a prayer for the prey my face is heavy my mind is clenched my eyes are disgusted my hands are hot my walls are green my wall

that's why we never felt any guilt for the times we ridiculed her we knew she wasn't any worse than the rest of us no one ever calls a man a whore that was the only defense she had we never took time to hear her out we were too busy looking for fault

We don't need freedom We don't need freedom Freedom is what ruined your brain With creativity drugs and pain Freedom is what let you run wild Explain freedom to your fatherless child We don't need freedom Do we now Freedom preaches disobedience Idiot