new english

"everyone around you is going through a transformation."
something is wrong with the universe tonight.


apathy, anonymity, hair dye, tough life
notes in in new english/free thinker, you're foolish
masks in makeup, hearts in your hands
empty ink lovers/ open wasteland.

exhaling the atmosphere
watching it rain from the floor
run away from this house and
i'm juvenile

"crushcrushlovelove
fuckthisfuckthis"
you have the worst morals i've ever seen
if you can even call them that

can't be that deep
you don't know everything
not with this new english you speak/
your vices embarrass me

smoking cigarrettes
under the banner of heaven
my whole life is satire
where is my transformation?




rhyming helps me blow off steam sometimes