Blast It Out (Like A Gun To My Head)

Blast It Out (Like A Gun To My Head)

A Poem by The Lovely Sound Of Crashing
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Ever feel like you're right and everyone else is wrong,
And what you think is strength is a weak link in this world which you belong?
Your ideas are naive, you're wearing your heart on your sleeve.
They tell you that over and over again until you start to believe!
The live feed that they make your mind eat when you watch the news on the tube,
Help you take the harsh world in as if it were anal lube.
Why can't you see their f_cking you!?
They easily make you a fool,
By programming your bodies actions, taking over your gene pool.
They dumb it down, water it, till you think that it's alright.
When they said "The war wasn't improving!" that's the only thing that they got right!
So they show you images of celebs living the fancy life,
A circus of no purpose; but everyone wants that hot dumb chick as a wife!
Men will do anything to succeed and sell crack to fill your pipe,
Girls want the world so they learn to suck a d*ck with all their might!
Amidst all the confusion two different beliefs fight,
Clashing blood thirsty in desert territory till dust is all they'll bite!
And when someone tries to say something up on stage they cut the mic,
And cut off your fame so no one cares what you write!
Media will twist it all up;
They got the power to make you seem,
As if you're a psychopath who's out to corrupt the teens!
Even if you wanted to make things better with what you had to say,
They'll clip your angel feathers off and leave an embarrassed display.
This colorful world has started to fade,
Now all we see is gray.
Static black and white, like political debate.
Children aren't being listened to,
That's why they're all boiled up with hate.
Walking into the schools, totting a loaded A.K..
And everyday they blame those "Goddamn games"
When the real problem is society inflicts so much pain.
Drain our brains till you infect our veins,
Choke us as you pull the reigns,
And addict us on your BS cocaine.
Keep us tied with spirits chained.
Show us how to live our life in shame,
And destroy our world till we're all burnt by acid rain.
What the hell can you do,
When idiots are in charge of you?
Don't blink cause if you black a hue,
You'll open up to be tricked without a clue.
This is reality at it's worst,
You can just kick back and dislike the view.
But if you can be one of the few,
To somehow make this place improve,
Grab your chess piece and make a move,
Cause in all honesty; when you do that you NEVER lose.
Even if they took life from you,
Go out knowing that you saved a few!

© 2008 The Lovely Sound Of Crashing


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Aside from a few grammatical errors this poem was pretty good. I like the way you vividly expose the hypocrisy of people.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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The Lovely Sound Of Crashing
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