High Castles

I speak in metaphor it's the only

thing that makes sense to me a

description of a time that I'll never

feel again and hopeless romantics

they wont save me from pissing on

the friendships that have made me

In memory the brightest lights are

fading I'm on my knees waiting for the changes

Words are weapons, in this modern

warfare on a piece of paper or on a billboard.

It breaks the back it rapes the truth for another fucking

lie, the words are weapons in these crucial times.

I'm just trying to figure out if this

will kill me or make me stronger (every day).

Words are weapons they are our shields

Words are weapons, fist by fist.