No Time to Really Write

So I have to stand for some canned emotions. These are pretty damn close to what I'm feeling right about now...

The Gray Race
By: Bad Religion

The framework of the world
Is black and white
The infrastructure builders
Flex their might

Turning true emotion
Into digital expression
One by one we all fall down

The gray race shrivels
Trapped inside the world it creates
It’s black and white

The perputual destructive
Motion machine
Began to chart a course
Never before seen

Turning raw compassion
Into fields of plus and minus
One by one we all give in

The gray race shrivels
Trapped inside the world it creates
It’s black and white

I’d swear there were times when I was someone else
A person with determination and knowledge of the self
But you flattened me to rubble and now I can see that i’m
Just faded negative of the image I used to be

And that’s our dilemma


Them and Us
By: Bad Religion

Despite that he saw blatant similarity
He struggled to find a distinctive moiety
All he found was vulgar superficiality
But he focused it to sharpness
And shared it with the others
It signified his anger and misery

Them and us
Lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers
Them and us
Dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence
That there really is a difference
Between them and us

Hate is a simple manifestation
Of the deep-seated self-directed frustration
All it does is promote fear and constrenation
It’s the inability
To justify the enemy
And it fills us all with trepidation

Them and us
Bending the significance to match a whimsied fable
Them and us
Tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence
A confused loose alliance forming
Them and us

I heard him say
We can take them all
(but he didn’t know who they were,
And he didn’t know who we were.
And there wasn’t any reason or
Motive, or value, to his story,
Just allegory, imitation glory,
And a desperate feeble search for a friend)