Suicidal Tedium

Inducting my soul into the hall of fame but i was never a star but a grease bullet in a foreign gun held deviously and with mighty strength of her enemy's S.S. propaganda. watching through liberty's window as our saviors ripple the sky hidden and disguised forged and registered through a system attacking the weak. all governments fail to see. Call me to be made an example of. i pledge allegiance to an American a*s f**k! rehabilitation blotters with a wicked soul and suicidal ambitions are only a few pills away. they told me to jump! sometimes when the wind doesn't match my mood i reanimate those thoughts of self destruction. sometimes the fathom is a kind gesture of mishaps and blank hope. when will i ever feel better? i close my eyes and wish for a wish. to continue a path with no direction threatens me so i swallow whole that stubborn halo, decrepit and unreal all pain is what i ever feel and a blood bath filling to the rim so help me, savior, spread those broken wings and reshape in the sun. together now we cry sometimes i wish i whudda died to leave behind a platform for scandalous m***********s eat me alive and tear the gossip apart. words don't mean a thing so we buy the hypno adds consumerism was the war on building a mind with four corners of ancient musk.