Breeding America, bleeding, breathing, plastic people seeking freedom skin to disintegrate their lonesome fate, praying their hate sinless in the cold winter. Kissing undernieth misseltoe watching fireworks explode to escape the deep, floating on commercial waves rowing their boats from the tide that takes them to the endless bottom. Exhausted from the tales of rotting souls full of bright diamonds, moving mindless one foot in front of the other stepping into the paths of temporary lovers, exploring their colorful covers, reading the words to death, onto the next book looking for that hidden form of fire to hide behind your back to burn the next. Blessed are the bed time stories, mourning the morning sun that comes up and reveals your make-up smeared pillow cases. Taking the space in your 9 to 5, suit and tie closet, watching the dancing robots clean their desks and washing their shiny cars hoping the glimmer of stars reflect off of their disected screen of disaster subconsciensly scoping their last breath soaked in dead end day dreams pleading for a moonless sky choking on medecine that floods their cabinets, masking their sickly habits. All of them sick to their stomaches, but still smiling wide hiding their inside pain that drains out their dirty mouths.
I can no longer sleep because I hear these silent screams that tic-toc like clocks every second. A revolution will begin that was once a dream and we will make the difference.

Some people just don't understand