Tanks on Top

For those who feel no remorse
For those who feel nothing
For those abused
And those accused
Begging will not do

For the one who's tears
Have yet to stop
For the one who thinks
To be on top
Is only relating to sensual encounters
I hate you.

For all the broken
For all the lies
For all outspoken
The purity dies
For the lost and alone
For the young at heart
For the ones who atone
The lasting art

For the free and enslaved
And for the misdirected
For the innocence you gave
To be scrutinized and inspected

Please just won't appease
Tears will not be heard
Strength will not be wasted
And weakness is absurd

Emotions are intolerable
And you know all too well
The pain of steel freedom
The freedom from this hell

The pain of lack of blood
The pain of stinging words
The pain of kissing death
I told you it's absurd

I told you "Stay away."
I told you. Will you heed?
I told you that you're mine
You told me just "Indeed."

Grief is just a word
So you have just one try
And I don't give a damn
For you have seen me cry

It seems that's all I do
It seems that when I try
I finally succeed
And now I want to die