Poor Rockets

Ignite suffer
Rocket fluffier
Aim for the sun
Burn until done

Never see the
Same cockroach twice
Wealthy actors
Relay our blights

He is spineless but he still walks
Walking sideways down the sidewalk
Gelatin gyrates but can't talk
Dragging the tension of play chalk
Bonded extremities bleed stock bleed stock

Poor rockets fueled by the modest
Work 8 hours for your goddess
I'd break a nail the hardest
Woe is me suffer for long rest
I rest by suffering

You do not
Deserve this
You do not deserve anything

What do you wake up for
Maybe a nuke will come and it
Will take too long
To hit the ground
And our panic will kill us all

Save us
Humans don't know how to sit still
Nothings hunting us or our will
But we want to be upset!
Outrage then next day forget

Try to surprise me
You can not
Try to understand why we're lost
When you learn why don't be too sad
Whats the point of improving man

Don't you ever
Call me lazy
Lust for beauty
Pains amazing

You are stuck in one big cycle
You need comfort
But no Bible
So why's everyone depressed



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Weathersby
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