Tell us to bottle up our feelings
And put them on our dusty shelves
Then leave them there like crippled statues
Too late to save us from ourselves
No one is here inside this gallery
Nothing but blank and staring walls
No sign of awe or inspiration
No sound of footsteps down the halls
Tell us to bottle up our feelings
And seal the jars with blind submission
And if, we sheep, turn into lions
You'll say it's simply a condition
We're just depressed, obsessed and stressed
Wearing clothes, and yet underdressed
Because you strip our souls - we're bare
You're the society that simply ceased to care.
Quote is from the song 'My Generation' by Memphis May Fire
ESTÁS LEYENDO
I Think We're Doomed
PoetryA bunch of poems I wrote. Pictures include quotes from the songs I listen to and some of my drawings. Cut off my wing and come lock me up Just pull the plank yeah I've had enough Tear me to pieces, sell me for parts You're all vampires so here You...
