Emo Scene Community

We feel lost, we feel down, we feel light. Our friends, our neighbors, our family, Is becoming just a figure, they’re all statues. The things controlling us just keep getting bigger. Sometimes people forget about the word we, You know, we may as well be, “Easy to control, and easy to manipulate.” But we’re awake right? And we're ready to fight. Either we came out from the Big Bang, Doesn’t that mean we came from the same thing? Or maybe God built us with his might, So sure that meant He didn't mean us to fight. Boy would I love to come see some sight, Of a world to call heaven, right here, Right here, on Earth, to call a home. But we’re awake. Listen to us with your sorrow. We have something to give away not to borrow. It’s just something I cannot comprehend. Delicate clown dust dripping down the curtains. Reach out our hands, overwhelming the outfields, And all these kids think they need to live concealed, And all this suffering just seems so surreal. Break away. Why the hell should we all drink the Government’s Kool-Aid. But we're awake! Let’s not be equal, let’s be worst, and let’s be different. Let’s not look the same, not to adopt styles, not to adopt ways. Trivialities will not hold us back, as we all sail beyond the bays. So maybe You feel lost, You feel down, You feel light. Your friends, Your neighbors, Your family. You’re becoming just a figure to them, You’re a statue. The things controlling You just keep getting bigger. Sometimes people forget about the word You. You know, You may as well be. “Easy to control, easy to manipulate.” But You’re still awake right? Make yourself someone and fight. You know, a compound of sweet sacrifice and well adjustment, A cult of sorrow and stale cold pleasure is all that's really meant. So let's admit being correct in the eyes is an illusion, So let's break free, like atoms in diffusion. This is not our home; we only dance on its tips. We argue for equality when we really want difference. Like a rainbow’s beauty, or the stars in the sky. From those who conquer, and those who just wanna cry. Back to those who pull the wagon and those who just sit. Those sitting get off their ass and then we'll be magnificent. But we’re awake. Sometimes it takes no heads of steel, but minds of silver. We need to share our ideas and just learn to deliver. But all these people are fighting for the best. When all we’re doing is moving with the rest. How come all the stars in the sky all get along, Despite their differences, colors, and songs. Earth does not mind about our nimble ways. But God just wants us to play. And we do not want to play. No We want to live. Then where is the next corner at the end of the bridge. When Death doesn’t care to sorrow our singe. And in case you really think you've got no beauty. Nor does war or man killing man with deadly weaponry. So please break free from these materialistic voices. And leave these silly ideas and make your own choices. And sit in the back instead of the front. Learn to desire and create your own ways without getting your ass hunt. Please ignore the silly shit that’s fermented with fake glory. And start building space craft, and make your own true story. Mankind does not rule its laws. But it might just be defeated by its own Goddamn cause. But we’re awake. Though the human species has it all mistaken, Mankind is everyone, like black to white, just like a beautiful painting. And we aren't going to make anything worth it, If we won't team up and stop arguing like children. Big guys lie to you and use you as their pawn, Making is everything, and just not getting along. So can we just tie the end of the line? And finish emotional intelligence or just leave it behind. Because sometimes all it takes is to touch a star. Or walk across the ends of the very far. Or to invent something beyond our typical ideal beauty. To think beyond a human, is far from breaking mutiny. We do not fear God, as He fears us. Because We are striking creatures, and He's just jealous. Yet, despite our heavenly ruling we need just one thing. However, first let’s justify all these broken strings. And just look at us now in the future, gazing upon Earth. Perception is illusion and there’s your worth. It does exist, it’s all around us. Working without explanation and it’s enchantingly wondrous. Mankind I’ll let go of these silly things now, Mankind You’ll all wake up someday Wake up Mankind, We are destined to do the impossible. Just needs a little time.