• All: First they came for the teens, and I said nothing

    Anthony:
    The media encourages the slit wrists of masochist children
    How can we compare to perfection?
    If we can't afford Maybalene or Abercrombie,
    how can we live with ourselves?
    Precious heartbeats are snuffed out
    Cuz a razor only cries for attention, not salvation
    But we don’t heal like you do
    Depression isn’t cured by Family-Game-Night
    or superficial dinner conversation
    No, we cannot be healed when we spend our days
    choking back vomit
    that tastes like broken promises and humiliation
    We are shackled to the anguish,
    and married to our weapons of choice

    Missy:
    Married? According to the divorce rates and the latest death toll,
    Suicide is the real commitment.

    Anthony:
    But I refuse to die to your soundtrack of reassuring talk
    and My Chemical Romance ballads. Ya Know…

    Every 1.666 hours (Anthony)
    Every 100 minutes (Alex)
    Every 6000 seconds(Missy)

    Missy:
    An adolescent decides she is not worthy
    To walk on our disease ridden streets
    Injected and dejected by society's infected solutions
    Her mind suffering from brainwashed contusions
    She is disillusioned
    Into believing she will never be good enough
    Now isn't that tough
    Our society imprints unrealistic idols
    Into our undeveloped minds
    Disabling our vital signs
    And because of this
    we often find we worship
    These cardboard carbon cutouts
    Striving to become something we were never made to be
    Witnessing things that we weren't meant to see
    We are a product of materialism
    And most times we cannot live up to something that was manufactured overseas
    And so they welcome the only surrender
    That has been rendered acceptable
    They, the suicidals, are the

    " gilded lovers"(Anthony)
    " daddy’s girls"(Missy)
    " that kid"(Alex)

    Go ahead look into the crowd
    And try to point them out
    But trust me they are exceedingly hard to find
    I warn you do not judge a book by its cover,

    All: judge it by its spine

    Of which they have none
    It slowly slipped away
    As they broke their backs struggling to carry this worlds weight
    If only someone had heard their screams
    If only we learned to interpret their dreams
    If only we took our heads out of our behinds
    And ventured to find
    a soul that needed a savior
    If only we worked harder on being an answer to their prayers
    But no, we let them go, let them drown in a tide of their own
    We will live with this sin for the rest of our lives
    And no matter how much we help or how much we tithe
    nothing will erase the thought
    that everytime we perch upon a stump thats began to rot
    we're resting on our brethren
    who we let slip through our fingertips
    now residing eternally in the woods of the suicides
    in an irredeemable place where it is too late
    to heed their cries.

    All: Shhhhhhhh…..

    Alex:
    I urge you to contemplate
    The 5th dimension
    The infinite possibilities
    That you have every right and purpose
    To pursue
    Once I, a boundless avian spirit
    Running free down the interstate
    And the trees and growth blurred into
    Words spoken by an angel
    She spoke
    She painted beautiful pictures with her words
    Pictures of the world and the people turning it
    And these paintings sit collecting dust in your closet
    Of self-justified ignorance
    And so again I urge you
    The angel urges you
    To take these paintings
    And spend time losing yourself in them
    But if your drama proves sincere
    Then consider all of the things
    That you wanted to act out
    Before the final scene
    You’ve got the whole world before you
    Take the towns by a storm
    And the people by their aged hands
    And unravel the sinew and history in between
    To venture beyond your current predicament
    And take a walk down one of those
    Eventualities
    And perhaps you’ll find
    That suicide
    Just revealed all of the possibilities
    Strewn about the house of discovery
    That you simply couldn’t see
    In that closet of ignorance
    Turn on the lights
    And let the play begin


    Anthony:
    I've seen the dark side of the moon as it rises from the South
    and I believed every lie that spilled like smoke from her mouth
    and everyone says to stay positive
    But what can I do when the caged bird's voice has gone hoarse
    from crying over sloppily written suicide notes?
    How can I continue when a cocktail of Xannex and Morphine
    can't even dull the pain?
    These are her wounds.
    This is my solution.
    I was her King, but now my steps have faltered
    and I find beauty only in our Mortal Facade
    So she is hideous, like me
    and every clear-carved line in her face has been twisted by betrayal
    and every distortion strengthens my conviction
    She said she loved me
    but like everything else that's beautiful, she meant nothing
    Her body was just a cloak that covered frenzied lies that stung like wasps
    and I was hypnotized by the art of her
    She delivered me defeat, but refused to spare me the knowledge of Victory
    Does she see the damage she's done?
    I sit here alone
    it's just me and this gun
    So now torn ligaments struggle to squeeze the trigger

    All: I wonder who will clean up the blood

    Missy:
    I am torn apart on the insides
    My DNA, Chromosomes and Polypeptides
    Are tainted with a malice
    That can only be witnessed
    In dante's fifth layer of hell
    When I pass by a mirror i can't even look at myself
    Because all i see is daddy's little girl all grown up
    By the hands of the father i descend upon my knees and drink from his superfluous cup
    Accepting daddy's cool bomb pop on a hot summer day
    Destroying any chances of me turning out "ok"
    You see my daddy has a cruelness that can not be compared
    He gets off on seeing my mommy's bloody tears
    He tunes in to vivisections/ to fuel his erections
    Which he then relieves by penetrating me
    So now i see that there is no way
    For me to get out of this hell in which i've been raised
    Doomed by the fates
    To live like this all my days.
    Unless/
    I somehow relieve this stress/
    A death
    Poetic in every sense of the word

    Alex & Anthony:
    (she will show you what couldn't be heard)

    And so i'm on this perch
    Watching you in your bugattis, ferraris and maseratis passing under me
    One of you will set me free
    Daddies little girl who was torn apart on the inside
    Has grown ready to splatter on the out
    about to suffer the oncoming traffic flood

    All: I wonder who will clean up the blood?

    Alex:
    Mommy always did her best to keep her favorite child
    Safe in her arms
    Occasionally obsessing lunatic
    And I don’t quite fit the puzzle
    Of the pediatric panoramic
    I never thought much of it
    And continued blissfully through Mother’s
    Bubble wrapped future
    As I approach the end of the tunnel out of breath
    To my peers I stumble over choppy words
    That do nothing but push them away
    Or me away
    And over time I substitute social frictions
    With addictions
    It wasn’t hard
    I already had access to my daily medication
    To keep my wheels spinning
    And from running off the track
    It started off small
    But like the realization of my predicament
    It blossomed and engulfed my
    Poorly packaged life
    I arrived late, fragile and this side up ignored
    Mommy thought I came out fine
    But she’s not around most of the time
    Nobody’s around all of the time
    And he’s not encouraging to take to
    So a handful of skittle to taste the black rainbow

    All: Bam!

    Shooting off like aimless stars
    Blinding me, paralyzing my limbs and
    Synapses
    Clasping the utensils on the counter
    And screaming at the wide-eyed maniac
    In the mirror
    It’s getting clearer now
    I can almost touch the face of god
    Oh, what am I thinking
    I’ve been sinking too fast
    There’s so much more
    In store
    But *inhales*
    Not for me, no
    It’s all just out of my reach
    Why do I even bother
    When everyone else sees me as just animal fodder
    I know that I am not normal
    And the black rainbow
    Showing it’s likeness in my veins
    There’s never been much color in my life
    Except the crimson dribbling down my chin
    I can’t stop it now
    It’s pouring out now
    Like the hollow years spilling out
    Onto the floor
    And I don’t think I can breathe anymore
    Looks like the stage lights are going out

    All: I wonder who will clean up the blood

    Anthony: So I implore you to be one less trigger pulled

    Alex: One less pill popped

    Melissa:
    One less step taken into the flow of traffic
    Resist the pull of the magic

    Alex:
    Replace the 911 call with a call to your loved ones
    Crying the beauty of life

    Anthony:
    Eradicate memories of poor situations and strife
    And pour optimism into every facet and aspect of existence

    Melissa:
    Learn to love each imperfection with the passion
    of our ancestors before us and the generations to follow.

    Alex:
    And as you lie in bed juggling thoughts and potential
    Solely for your own entertainment
    Remember who gave you the opportunity in the first place
    And if instead you lie in bed closing doors and
    Thinking of only the end
    Of meeting the judge

    All: Then remember who will clean up the blood