This is absoloutley normal

It seems everytime my hands touch the paper
This serial killer font compliments my carpal tunnel syndrome

With loss of courtesy
And dwindling respect
I'm spitting on whatever i see fit

And stepping on all of the little people, the ones who made us who we are
They've become abstract in our eyes so they become extinct

I hope you're happy when im laughing
And if not, you're not on my side
(If this were majority votes, this'd be a major mindfuck)

So grit your teeth and close your eyes
As all our memories come rushing by

I'm not the same and life is imitating art
Ive become a surreal piece that resembles the scream
Twisted and grotesque- the armor of all great leaders

A sword of pride, ripping through all of our ribs
So i guess this is goodbye with an added bonus

Watch me shed a tear, look me in the eyes
I'm dead inside
Can you find the culprit?

Swaying arms like the cult i learned to love
Tell me if i go to far on this one....

I'm watching people free fall to the end
Letting it all go with their flailing arms
And sometimes i wonder if they did it because they just did it for flying

But this is all nonsensical lyrics
Like that serial killers serenade he just transformed into a novel

-With Love, Derrick

Watch what you say

We showed up at the takeover
With suits and ties and garrote wire
Offing billionaires and big time business owners.
At least we're dressed to impress
At least we're killing them with courtesy and class
Rather upperclass assholes than lowerclass losers

And we showed them the meaning of good hard work when we tore them peice by peice
When they cant even fold those dollar bills in their wallet
And it's a damn shame, but look at it this way
At least somebody showed them the meaning of manual labor.

You and I were quite the same in life-never seemed to past the test.
We always said D- all of the above
But little did we know that a higher power was always undermining us
That's why we're leveling the playing field to ground zero.

Ask me why we did it one last time
And we'll both laugh because we hate your tie
And are waiting for your stock market to crash
We hope you go up and flames along with your precious brief case
But if you want something done right...
You have to be the one that brings down the knife.

We're armed... with our arms
But we're damn sure dangerous
And we're rushing in your building
And they cant do anything but sit and stare
They're programmed to swear
But not programmed to fight back

We planned, we came, we pissed on your parade
And now your fancy white wine glasses are filled with all the working class struggles
Can you swallow it?
Swallow more than your alcoholic binges, your dwindling marriages and even
Look past that whore sucking you off for money
And address the problem of poverty
But it's too late
because all you see now is black

Go to sleep
And don't wake up
We'll bury you with all your possessions-because we know that's all you've ever wanted
And me and my friend will take homicide because we knew it was do or die
I hope you got the point and i hope you paid the price
But we wont ever apologize