This doesn't really...express my wishes or whatever, but it's fairly 'lyrical'.
Anyway, this is just a (really dark) piece of progressive rock I wrote today. It's about the government, the people in gray and all that. Well, I'll leave it to you to figure that out.
There's music that goes to it, so if I find a way to host it, I might post it (haha, rhymes).
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When you're on your own
you learn to care for yourself.
You don't need a trimmed jet-black tie,
you don't need to hold your head up high.
You don't need a sharp business suit,
you don't need a pair of expensive boots.
All you need is a sharpened blade,
to kill the men who don't make the grade.
You gotta watch your back, keep on your toes,
you gotta pick off the easy meat with your eyes closed.
When you're on your own
you don't ponder the meaning of life.
You gotta live on the edge of your knife.
You lead the life of solitude,
you know when you've been beat up, spit on and screwed.
When you're on your own you don't live in denial.
You don't worry about looks, don't worry about style
like those pigs downtown working nine to five
with their fast cars and big cigars
and reserved space on the first flight to Mars.
With them divorce is the course of choice,
the media is their only voice when they're
driving around in a bulletproof Rolls-Royce.
When you're on your own
you gotta have a real need,
for the things that you love can never bleed or breed
or plead or feel greed or mislead you.
The thing that you love is a 9 millimeter,
it really doesn't mind how you treat her.
The things that you love are a stainless steel blade,
a sawn-off shotgun and a pin-less grenade.
When you're on your own,
you learn to heal yourself.
