Does it cross your mind,
Every time you find,
Another moral kind to bind yourself blind?
How unfortunate,
That you let it slip
Up the cost of what you lost for your morals.
Your petty attempts
To thrill our defenses
Advances our chances to show you what you're not.
You're down-fall's the stall,
Mid-air everywhere.
Watching waiting, watching waiting.
What you say,
That will suffice.
And you'll pray,
For what you call Christ.
Don't blame your shame on,
Calling this a game I'm,
Not onboard with this slacker's fame.
Tie your own shoes
To walk your own path.
I'm tired of you and what's not your last breath
You're running out of places
To make face with fate.
This flipside leaves you no net
When you fall pitiful with regret.
I am the one who fell behind
With your lies to guide my mind.
You had the throne of teacher,
But you were too eager you Preacher.
You want to find us and make us bleed?
To compensate for your childish greed?
Oh, We won't have that but we'll get you a placemat
And a bib to match your lil sailor hat.
When you're done being spoonfed,
I hope you don't dread the tread-wear
It takes to Declare, yourself a real boy.
You try to seem surreal
Another heartless deal.
Above all, I'm hoping you're sleeping,
Silently, I'm leaving.
Don't fess up your mess up,
To calloused ears that won't adhere to simple acceptance.