Had a long wish list
A crazy list of hoped-for things
-Violent things-
That I didn't deserve.
Do you think I'm a sad girl?
I'm an offended child
With swollen eyes
Hand grenades up my sleeve;
Sad girls get hurt
Without any script or stage
They don't cry over dirty dreams
Or as they throw used lubricant
Like gasoline on a fire
In their yard.
They don't want to burn it all down
Turn themselves into sharp
Silhouettes on the wall
I am an offended child
In a powder keg
I carry pride with me.
The pantomime of adults
Is just a slop in black and white.
Their corrupted sentinel?
Another shroom to blow away.
It always depends on our head
Condemning innocence
Hurriedly reprimand each other in public
It's our head
Even choosing how to smash it
Into which fire
Lying in wait
How much acid to drip down our necks
What crimes to spare today.
I come from a war of a childhood
I told you, I am not sad
Anymore
I am lucid
And angry
And with a gun permit.
