Times of the brave forlorn
Brazed by a socialization we adore
Moral fortitude and chivalry defeated
Women's desire but sex isn't appreciation
Its a disguise for a socially accepted payment
To men who receive it just like the whores
Acceptance is a measure
As expectation is the unwritten sum
Mathematics in the social order
Status without money is unadorned
Ruining the last of our codes of honour
The social apocalypse is near
Money forms the pecking order
But sickness cares not for the ill
Just like the government and hospital
A million dollars in debt for an extra 3 years
Left to your family for future payment
Medical bills or a life ended with a pill
Acceptance is a measure (we've unlearned)
As expectation is the unwritten sum (our greatest fear)
Mathematics in the social order (unraveling in backwards progress)
Status without money is unadorned (just as a life without purpose)
Ruining the last of our codes of honour (The honourless are we)
Cherish the moments of ignorant bravery
A moments notice and we unwrote the nature
Stop to wonder of the greatest of all dead tokens
A hidden in shitty romance novels with no complexity
Society responded to chivalry with legalized whore houses
Protecting the payoff bribes for children in sex slavery
Fuck our society and the greatest greed of money
I'd live in hell alone but for the sake of the daily dying
Cherish the only ones who matter those who care
Who give a damn for the welfare of walking dead
Wake them with an ode to chivalry and crack whores
Or turn into ashes as the flame scorches our wounds
We are the faithful
We are the fucked up
We are the daily abused
The dying from society's social evolutionary views
We are not progressing
We are degrading our values for a monetary gain
We built it on debt the bank soon will reclaim
We are the faithful
We are the broken children
Of parents who gave us up
And claimed we were test subjects
For they were misguided selfish clueless fools
We are the caring
We are the abused
Stand united labeled as whatever they wish
Labels are nothing new
Call us Emo, Witches or Evil
Labels breath expectations
For them we have no moment to give to you
Fuck off towards your immoral end
We exist to strive forward
Even if to begin we must regress
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Times Oh Chivalry
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