My Life In The Knife Trade

Boy Sets Fire

how many times

have you noticed that our eyes

hardly ever meet

from your judgment seat

i feel the anger for my very being

fill me in

on when you became such a big part of my life

that i should bother

with all your lies designed to bring me down

wrong again

don't depend

on any reaction again



i remember the icy walls

that shot up from nowhere

and i can see every lie that you've ever told yourself

you bleed me dry and i don't ask why

but i'm left with the dust

Judas kiss i dismiss

thank you all for this

i am untouched

wait again

i'm not through with the screaming

i contend

that you've got nothing better to do



trade my life for a barrel of gold

find someone else before i get too old

if i live my life for aesthetic gain

will you repay me with all your shame



i can see every light inside your brain

go on every time that i walk by

for nods and whispers

your comfort in my suffering

is no longer disturbing

i'm lost beyond your petty stopwatch

in life's real time

wait again

i'm not through with the screaming

i contend

that you've got nothing better to do



trade my life for a barrel of gold

find someone else before i get too old

if i live my life for aesthetic gain

will you repay me with all your shame



don't get up

i was slowly leaving the room

and when the door

of your judgment

swings back around again

maybe i'll stop to watch

and i'll go on my way

i've seen quite enough

of too many childish games

i'm ashamed of every moment

that i ever gave them the time of day

all the worst of enemies

are somehow always

friends that used to be