BiPolar Planes

A thousand years go by i try to find some solitude
broken buildings broken bottles associate with you

i am still angry i still have a voice and you can
belive im going to use it. it's been raining far
too long im no the one thats so fucked up not to much anyhow

poilics to mask the fear of showingthrough your heart
cut me down to size criticism just to keep me quiet

your heart is upside down too confused to know which way
is upand no amount of denial will fill that pessimistic void

i am still angry i still have a voice and you can
belive im going to use it. it's been raining far
too long im no the one thats so fucked up not to much anyhow