Something Delicate

Something Delicate

How fantastic, how you look me over,
In a field of flowers, I'm in clover,
So clad in black and white we,
Never really got to see,
The powers that we hold,
Until we're forced to,
Let go. Let go.

Walking through a desolate battle field,
Unable to tell you what is real,
Broken souls lay torn,
Eyes so filed with scorn,
Walking down from the painful,
Hallways of good old high school,
And yet we can’t seem to,
Let go. Let go.

Here is my final lament,
Clench a fist and close my eyes,
Holding on to the ghost on stage,
As my sanity snaps and dies,
Screaming for you to listen,
To the people you’ve never met,
Standing on the battlefield,
Singing something delicate,

We’re all under the same influence,
The same ruling.
We’re all just sheep,
Blindly walking to the slaughter!
The only culture alive
Is POP culture.
Turn off your televisions.
Get off of your couch.
Stop feeding the system.
Society is so apathetic,
And we were NEVER more,
Then some fucked up bar code in their,
Controversial little hierarchy.
This is for anyone and everyone,
Who ever thought they were the
BIGGEST defect alive,
Don’t judge the message by the messenger,
Do it for what it’s worth,
Fold the paper in half,
And tear it to shreds,
Break the silence,
With something delicate,
Something delicate.

Here is my final lament,
Clench a fist and close my eyes,
Holding on to the ghost on stage,
As my sanity snaps and dies,
Screaming for you to listen,
To the people you’ve never met,
Standing on the battlefield,
Singing something delicate,

Screaming for you to listen,
To the people you’ve never met,
Standing on the battlefield,
Singing something delicate.