Acceptance,
It's what some crave.
It's what some need.
But...sometimes, most days...It is oddly obscene.
And no matter how much you starve, how much you cry...
You will NEVER be fully accepted,
Into this life.
Some are small, some are big,
They still fall on their backs when they're dead.
Underneath all of that skin there is blood,
Will you let it rush or let it dry up?
I'm waiting for a change, something different,
Be as you are...
Because we'll all end up...in the ground.
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J i r i - Q u e e r i e
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"Televised mass poison,
Spitting at the screen,
Keep the masses deluded,
With fabricated dreams."