A Dreaded Sunny Day (feat. Ceschi)

Say it to my face if you mean it
 Facing my demons
 Daily
 Believing
 There's something better
 Next season
 Been breaking every bone
 Trying to fit into this space
 This box is not a home
 All these monsters in my brain
 Swallowing my body whole
 Take me out of this place
 This box is not a home
 Take me out of this place
 The calendar's changing
 But I'm still stuck in the same
 And there's no way out of this frame
 That they locked me in
 Growing gray with every passing day,
 What a waste.
 Been Reaching for deities to save me
 Or for some definition of freedom
 Living within levels of slavery.
 Rod Stewart
 Give me some sort of reason to believe
 While the wonderful world of disney is burning.
 now It seems
 my skin
 Is simply bursting at the seams
 And soon
 ill literally spill my guts
 To paint the town red
 With my blood streams.
 "Awfully ominous,
 Aren't we?
 Existentialist Shit is boring. "
 Off with his head.
 Onto another story.
 Gory details
 Of survival
 Are forming
 Calluses onto my body.
 Only worms will witness all of this glory.
 Another dreaded sunny day
 So let's find reasons to complain!
 I've been around the world
 And noticed
 Humans suck the same.
 Clichés say... Clichés say
 "One day Everything will be ok"
 So let's go to the cemetery gates
 And wait for everything to fade away.
 "Ok"
 Make me up and paint me with a supermodel face.
 New bone structure
 With a more popular taste.
 I'm afraid my frame is far too wide
 To try to grace the pages of your magazine
 So toss me with the waste.
 I'm vomiting
 all over fucking prominence!
 Slowly Tearing the palaceTo only
 Rubble and embers barely glowing
 Say it to my bloody face if you mean it!
 Fame is something meaningless.
 Beating melodies into brains
 And feeding people shit.
 Isn't it awful To be tossed into potholes
 Of poverty By apostles Of gold and property?
 I don't even really wanna know
 Where the world's gonna go
 When the last body decomposes.
 Hopeless Romantic Dreaming up possibilities For the planet.
 This life - never can plan it -
 Baby ima live it to the fullest if I can
 AndStand up to the gargantuan
 Robots & cops watching.
 Boxing us into some awful operating system
 And plotting constantly to Keep the population from revolting.
 While the world is eroding
 They'll remain the only ones
 Controlling.
 The time has come!
 For us to stare directly into the sun
 The time has come!
 To stop blindly following swallowing crumbs
 The time has come!
 To take back any bit of freedom
 Gotta feeling
 The time has come!
 To hit him with punches
 From the bunches of us suffering.
 Fucking Taste razor blades.
 Bash face to face.
 Displace the state
 In any way we may.
 Say no more.
 All of us eaten
 Like
 Animals.
 Beaten.
 Bit into our flesh
 And our speech
 Is defeated by
 Our own leaders.
 Don't tell me it's ok
 I don't wanna hear another damn cliché today.
 If You a undercover cop or a snitch
 you're a pig
 And you better not set a fucking foot where I live.
 We don't even know who we are do we?
 It's sad to think.