Iam here iam now
Hiding
You can't see me
Behind this false conformity
In a generation of false profits and "kings"
In a time where there is noone to look up to
And nothing to look forward to

This Is A Self Portrait

I walk down my street
I smell the stench of poverty, conformity, stupidity
Men preach to me, the way it is, the way it was and the way it should be
In my head I scream for them to stop
But afraid to reveal my true self I clench my fists and agree
only to relize, I too cary the stench

This Is A Self Portrait

The streets with wich i crawl
How i got here, I can not explain
People ask "how are you?"
DEPRESSED, ANGRY, SELF HATING
I answer "can't complain"
YES, I to carry the stench

This Is A Self Portrait

Homelessness is somthing to despise
I look at it with evil eyes
knowing I will never escape
I sit here in wait
I wait the enevitable
Mine and your fate
Death
I await here, where there is no entertainment
And the judgements are severe
I sit thinking of a past that could have been
And a future that can not be seen
I to carry the stench

This Is A Self Portriat

Can it be
Yes this is me
A false conformity
Forever running the tredmill of life
Waiting the reapers sythe
Thats all there is left to do now
I to carry the stench

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