One Man Wolf Pack - Anchors

No fucking future.

yeah maybe,

but at least I’m not stuck in a gunshy state

of permanent belief that we don’t all end up the same.

and maybe right now you’re the one

who’s laughing,

but give it a while I’ll watch that smug smile

draining away with the shit that you smeared on your face.

god bless all your industrious plans that put that sparkle in your eye

(but I’m the one who has to see you drunk)

and god damn all your ambitious intentions

and fuck your life and fuck your revelations,

I’ve got so many better things to do right now with my

time.

see now,

time has a way of

killing so efficiently

and to be honest it scares the hell out of me,

and there was a time

when I tried to be

what they wanted me to be,

but that crown is heavy

and you’re another second closer to death.

so you call it 'pride',

and I’ve tried

tried to understand

what you get from

all of this but

in the end it’s always all the same

it’s all the same

and the answer still remains

— fuck you and fuck them

and fuck every useless thing

that’s not right now.

RIGHT NOW!

we’re bleeding out the brakes

because we don’t need them anyway,

I’ve come as far as amnesty

until the smoke stacks called me home.

you missed the fireworks above our heads,

you’ll read it about it in my notes,

they go something along the lines of

«GO FUCK YOURSELF»!!!