Individualist Teenage Machine (Dec 2016)

Individualist teenage machine
I’ve got holes in my face full of wires and
things,
Let me be who I am
And against what I’m not
Even though it’s really the Establishment
controlling my train of thought.
Look at me,
I’ve got ink stains on my skin
I’m so goddamned unhappy in this sack of
bones I’m in,
Let me rebel
And post that I’m going to hell
Because I want everyone to know that I’m
different and refuse to follow The Man
But I’m crying inside,
What a sham I am,
I can’t ¬†even commit to my own beliefs.
So I drink away the pain,
And get high to stimulate my brain
Just for some sense of relief.
Individualist teenage machine,
I don’t want to die alone
But what is left for me?
I want to be loved for my scars and bruises
But I don’t need their goddamn approval
To tell me how to live my life,
I want to be free,
But I can’t do that if I want someone to
love me
I am so different in this world of gray,
Alone at night,
And carbon copy by day
We’re all the same,
Just making a name
For this generation of Establishment kids.
Individualist teenage machine
I don’t know who I am
I don’t know what I mean.

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Author: Kar

made of either stardust or dirt.

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