obviate media.

They're going to arrest me.
And I already know what the papers will say:
Distressed-depressed-drug using-deliquent
caught aiding Terrorism.
I just Tried Tearing Tyranical Towers
down and out.

I want to live without them caring
I want to create without them staring
You know we're just giving ourselves
to them?
You know you just gave up?

I always thought you were a fighter.

What happened to you fighter you no longer fight
or stand.
or shout.
or strike down those who rope us
to the bed
with our own sheets
my wrists can't breathe
and my mind can't speak

Maybe you never flew over the nest
the ones who claim they saw are nuts.

I think maybe everyone was wrong.
We're all just fucking crazy.
No one saw a thing.

Posted by Matt on Wednesday, September 20, 2006 at 2:02 AM | Permalink