LYRIC FOR SALE (BUYER)

By Sigma

I'm fastened to my seat by ropes that cannot be broken
tasseled hair and fists that are not going to open
follow me as I present to you a small token
fair hallowed words that often go unspoken

not like the prefect writing of JRR Tolken
not a sighting of flames needing stoking
its like fighting an iron fist bent on choking
the life that's foul bliss will leave you hoping . . .

for something more, an oppressive ray of our trivialized god
for something more, than the bile blight of a televised deity
for something more, than bowing to a media that will . . .
ONLY BREAK ME DOWN

I struggle and fight for my right as a human on this world
to combat the might of the blackest night that pollutes the mind of young boys and girls
to hold on tight and pull yourself up only to be knocked over in the emotional swirl
I told myself I would not let this mental health, end me in a off bridge hurl

BUT ITS GETTING TO CLOSE

ITS GETTING TOO HARD

NOW STAND AND SCREAM

AND LET OUT YOUR SCARS

for something more, an oppressive ray of our trivialized god
for something more, than the bile blight of a televised deity
for something more, than bowing to a media that will . . .
ONLY BREAK ME DOWN