(s)Inspiration and Hope at the Hands of Hangovers and Search Warrants

a little something different from me.

so many mistakes that i can't erase,

whenever i move forward

is when i feel out of place,

wasting my time

counting down the days, until i can go back

to my youthful ways,

but the criminal plague

and this masquarade, are all but a part

of the elitist game,

if you're ever felt like you've been treated this way

don't ever remain in the bubonic stage

it'll remain the same until we choose

that we'll no longer let ourselves be abused

you let us loose in this world,

and now you gotta pay,

a whole generation with a voice to say:

 

f**k the indifference and f**k the wars

f**k all the politics and f**k the norm

f**k all the police and f**k all the laws

f**k the american system and f**k their flaws

 

kids preachin their parents fucked up

and now they're fucked up,

WAKE UP, realize,

you choose to be a screw up

so grow up, blow up,

no longer let it control us,

looking forward to the memories

made out there on the tour bus,

hopefully the people love us,

adore us, i bet that they'll need us

one day i hope

that i'm bigger than jesus

have our shirts on their backs and our posters on their walls,

on top of the world feeling fifteen feet tall,

but one false move

and we're bound to fall,

but it won't be the end of us after all,

the end of you is when you want it to, so just live your life,

what else are ya gonna do? 

cherish your friends, family, and even the weather 

coz you never know when we'll be back together