Skin Tone Tattoo - Flatground Tricks

Chaos dependent on a madman's attendance
Cardboard essential to their social pretense
Polaroid shots for the underdeveloped
Decadence poured out a 50 mil lens
Ask me your questions to disguise your demands
I fed you sympathy and lost both my hands
I sold my childhood to pay off the rent
We're independent, we don't need common sense

All the bull they dispense
Fuels a hate so intense
Local band tees and slacks
And your JanSport backpacks
Have got me thinking of dreams Where I never succeed
I've got a 24 hour supply of misery
Give us a smile

Stuck doing flat ground while others jump stairs
Filled with disdain from your need to compare
Reckless, impulsive, stop giving a damn
Your future's a zero so why even care

Written by:
Malcolm Chen

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