The Classroom

How's it goin'?
Don't talk to me, I'm dying'
Behind blue chairs everywhere
I sit and cough
Unamused murmur from the body of scholars
Who slouch, sit, and stare
Lost focus, in any direction
Going nowhere
Steadfast
She's making you watch her on stage, and knows if you're not looking
My eyes would rot for the attention you want
And I am the master of all you are not
The pupils true teacher is it's own failure...
The student's greatest fear

I GOT SO MUCH SHIT TO DO

I'll tell you what I'm saying!
Every goddamn thing in this world is disgusting
And beautiful and the same time
Are we fucking ignorant enough
To divide ourselves through hate, and racism, and sexism
And meaningless violence!?

"We're listening"

Are we really just gonna' sit back and watch our television?
And smoke our cigarettes?
While they're charging us to breathe
And charging us to exist
Are we nothing but a part of a large capitalistic scheme?
Are human beings just more fuel for the machine?...

"Right on, brother"

Life is the craziest thing
The truth of what is now, and the complete abundance of lies
Misled minutes, skewed reality, self-proclaimed establishments
And rules to abide by

"The way she goes"

The wind always blows
Change is inevitable

We are still creatures from the soil
One day we will all return
Time turns us into sediment
Our once beautiful smooth skins...
And now we're rotting like the dinosaurs of the oil

Spoiled!
Spoiled rotten...
Spoiled, spoiled, spoiled
Spoiled
Spoiled
SPOILED
Spoiled
Spoiled
Spoiled...

Eggshell egos will fall off of their own wall
When we come to tear it down
The symbol of great power is unity
Not the crown
The destiny of us resides in a school book
Not a puppet string
The life we have now
Is one we can truly believe



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Schiff
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