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We're all just passing time,
whittling away hour by second wishing that
maybe tomorrow we would die,
or at least that we might
make a change and start to live rather than
just passing time
and trying to pass rhyme-less verse off as art
like we by some divine dictation can upstart
and alter the long held preconceived notions of what is beauty
And ever will I Work on these same lines
but it could never obtain perfection in the eyes of the world
and I as a human seek approval, to make me feel like I really fucking exist
and we cannot not live we all just subsist and wish and wish and wish
but we must have the wish hand and the shit hand, let us just see which fills first
but we're still just passing time
and drawing shallow breathes into our broken collective chest
and walking about with a shattered back, strong arms and sprinters legs
and we remain devoted daughters and sons but parents to none
even those of us with offspring
we let the state raise us and our young
and we're still just passing time
And we hope that there is something more
after a grave
some enclave, some heaven
divine or infernal
Who the fuck cares?
just so long as we have something look forward to
so we know that we aren't wasting our time by just passing it by
and we all still just
waste our time until we fade away and crumple up and die
we're just passing time
just passing time.
I just want to write verses
that make marines question capitalism
and pastors ask "what is god?"
because I'm just lost, and angry, and confused, and scared
And I want you mother fuckers to know exactly how I feel
because it was you that made me feel this way
but what can I say, society must bleed the fey
and my mind flits between the lines of iron bars that cover the windows of my soul
reading out all the ways that we
just pass the time
we hope and pray and ask the man we've never met for eternity
and we know he hears us
because he gave us paradise in a day out of mind
Born through the blood of another man that we never met
paid on death
all we have to do is live good and wholesome lives
and close our eyes to any new information that might introduce us
to the man that we've never met
because he loves us
and he wants us to be happy
and ignorance is bliss right?
so we toil and slave and give all we make
to the hands of the man we've never met
well not his hands exactly
but the hands of men we have met
the ones that told us about the man we never met
and made our lives so much better
but he needs money
because we need a meeting hall
and we'll all be locked in some extra-terrestrial prison if you don't raise and meet the call
just another way to pass our time
we don't live anymore
well we never did to tell the truth
we did the dance and put up the ruse
and we lost our never held tooths
and we just pass our time
Living lies
not the v's
putting forward the brave face
to hide the fact that we know its nothing but some predetermined rat race
and all we want is the cheese
for with out it how could lie please us?
and I know I forgot the f
it's just another way to pass time
so hunt and peck and try to find
all of the nit pickable failings of my words
because I know it will make you feel ten feet tall
but before you do read the bottom of the page,
when you're ten feet tall that's an extra 4 foot for your face to fall
when you realize that you can't further make me small
but that's just another way to pass the time
not one single thing we do is for a purpose
it's just a way to pass the time between the womb and the day we die
we just pass the time