Perfectly Imperfect

Black eyes and bloody knuckles But I don't feel the pain anymore

Beneath this mask there is an idea and ideas are bullet proof

We wont censor to comfort the facts that should be acknowledged today, tomorrow, or when the government has chipped us all under the control of the puppet master, we are all human and that's all we've ever wanted to be...

People believe in faith and sometimes destiny, pray for what they needed suffering but are they even ready for the war. Knowledge like air, is vital to life. Like air no one should be denied it. In schools kids be picked on being pushed to far thinking they wouldn't survive but everyone's got a dark side, don't you think? Sometimes kids young or even old wake up with anxiety attacks, have you ever had them we all do and we know this- you wish to put a semi-automatic on your back and get murder in your eyes wear the silence in the mask and take all of the violence, the pain, torcher, rape, bullying, even the voices in your head...

Did they take it from your mother or father never bothered to ask right? Pushed to far I can see it in your eyes, do you feel it- that's the dark side... You best believe it that they will soon see it, the tricks up your sleeve when they put your back against the wall for the last time. You have monsters in your head thinking there just lame voices instead? I know they'll never fuck with you again when the bell rings saying "It's time" 

They would wish they didn't meet them at all, with the sorrows and tears begging for mercy but you had enough of the name they gave you...

Imperfect, queer, lame, gay, wishing you better...off....dead...INSTEAD!!!!

They will remember today, tonight, SO RELEASE YOUSELF AND LIVE TONIGHT!!!!

Do you feel it? Does it feel like it's crawling under your skin, pulsing in your veins... Withering in your soul? That's the strength of you having- ENOUGH!!!

I have a story for you all, I'm not sorry for it is be told... Outrunning the monsters that were after me all these years. Everyone would be praying for a savior to arrive to help me from the vultures that circles me for so long only being patient in the flames. If my scars are just makeup with blood and paint than I'll just being set straight, wishing the flames could be burning me alive, for a new soul to be reborn...

Scars are just of all the lies we told, the blood we still see of the cuts we made. Who are we to believe we need a savior to tell us we need to live from the past that made us who we are today they don't know what we've been through... It only started with one to drive us off the edge of the cliff we held on for all the years we tried to be human... Or even normal, but knowing normal doesn't exist makes us the masochist that we are today with four walls that even the air is hard to breath in. Only we see the blood on the walls, it may be white now but memories has more than stories to tell like a camera that is still trying to focus on who we really need to blame. 

Was it us the ones that was stuck in the flames or the people that added more matches to make the flames grow bigger, I don't even feel the pain anymore... The monsters I became them the ones that drove me insane... 

Who am I to judge the world of the criticism of the society we live in today, we are of what or even who created us right? So than the lies we told or the mask we wore doesn't make us any different of the people who call themselves pure because even they know they have sinned more than they can count  the god they believe in knows there is a balance of good and evil not one overpowering the other, if that is what could've been society today we'd be bored living in a world and life as we know it. Just like the government people shouldn't be afraid of their government the government should be afraid of their people.

We learn today that it's funny when we all are bright we got a lifestyle of dark, noticing money is the greed of others- power is what makes people somewhat stronger, and telling the lies of what they want to hear can make them want to listen more of what you want to say. It may be confusing at first but my mother told me not to get in trouble and my dad in the past knowing all the things I did made him think he knew I would- but pop a pill or two and see everyone in this world is somewhat twisted in their own ways, and seeing someone make a mistake they made in their own past makes them want to get mad at you and make you think your the only one in this world that was the only one who fucked up in this way.

We used to drink all day while my friends and family called me stupid for what we did. My only true lover was the demons in my head that made me think we wasn't stupid for what we did and the pain was fun and games, pain was our pleasure of happiness and being unstoppable would make this game we call life a little easier. But making friendships fall makes me walk the path alone do we really need that in the end?

Maybe we'll one day figure out our black eyes, bloody knuckles, and pain we used to go though won't hurt as bad as we thought, maybe their is something to fight for and look back and laugh at the shit we used to do. Do we regret it? Maybe a little, does it stop us from being reborn as a fighter we are today? Well who knows life isn't over until we say it is- we're not the one you wanna fuck with cause we laugh at the pity of others that try to show sorrows of the pain they inflicted on us making the fire and flames bigger and stronger we are one with the ashes you add to the flames...

There should never be no reason that the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.