You don't hear us.. But we're screaming when we get the jagged cut,
When will we prevail.. It'll be when somebody fuck this fagget up,
I felt like shit before.. Feelin like less today.. So I'll be the next ta fade,
Let my anger escolate.. A killing spree willingly will be my escapade,
Subliminally we're hidden.. We're the shit left behind in your ashtrays,
In our world thats forbidden.. Wooden houses are our mass graves,
No respect for us.. Even though we're the species that supplys the oxyen,
Once was many.. Now we're few.. When will we become lots again,
Why must my past haunt me.. My friends are all dead and I'm only crying,
Can't be the last ta die.. Cause its fucking torture to be lonely dying,
We the reason for artistic.. Creating paper.. And even being part of a ballistic,
We seem to be the misfits.. Can get killed and not even become a statistic,
If they knew I was the reason for their existance they'd probably save me instead,
But now I'm your walls.. Your cieling and floors.. And just maybe ya bed,
Thats why in the night you get fucking brainwashed by our coherent whispers,
Saying we're just plants is like saying there not crackers their fuckin crispers,
Let me know what you think..
I aint a tree hugger just trying something new...
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