I am the end game of apathy.
I am a bomb in a corner.
I am a man in a cabin, on a mountain, slowly going quietly insane.
I am the European experiance of the American people.
I am fanatacism in your neighborhood.
I am restraining the "silent majority"
I am doubt creeping, slowly, into the black hole of your mind.
I am fifteen kids on a bus, being watched by a man.
I am the ruined hopes and dashed dreams of a generation.
I am the structure that punishes the innocent.
I am money, rotting in the safes of already dead men.
I am hunger, gripping at a child.
I am procrastination.
I am helplesness.
I am not, but I am what you allow me to be..
I am a bomb in a corner.
I am a man in a cabin, on a mountain, slowly going quietly insane.
I am the European experiance of the American people.
I am fanatacism in your neighborhood.
I am restraining the "silent majority"
I am doubt creeping, slowly, into the black hole of your mind.
I am fifteen kids on a bus, being watched by a man.
I am the ruined hopes and dashed dreams of a generation.
I am the structure that punishes the innocent.
I am money, rotting in the safes of already dead men.
I am hunger, gripping at a child.
I am procrastination.
I am helplesness.
I am not, but I am what you allow me to be..