After years of seeing people point the blame I don't see things quite the same It's high proxy liberals, conservatives, anarchists, and militants And I don't want any part of it So I'm taking an apolitical stance A declaration for unity, respite, and romance When there's 800 commercials Trying to influence your life It's hard to figure out which one is right So what can one do? When everybody keeps telling you to grow up But you don't really want to grow up If it constitutes to subdue Humans pave the way in heresy In attempts to buy you Don't listen to those fools Because they're hating and pointing blames At regularly targeted names It's their nagging and complaining That keeps my mind racing Ousting jobless punks, cops and southern quarries They're generalizing groups with preemptive stories If being offended got them a dime on the spot I wouldn't help count the change they got Because there's three more weeks of their shit And I don't know if I can deal with it Hating or pitchforking any kind Has never brought true change in this lifetime Cherry-pick or fall in line I see it happen all the time Here's advice from an idle shy guy Always stay true until the day that you die

You can criticize all day But you don't know how hard it is for me to smile To just let down my guard and be myself for a while Thoughts start pounding through my head I try to act normal But I come off as being dull and dead Because I've got warlocks on my brain that hold me back They're tugging at my reeds Locking my true self in a gunnysack Its always been like that So what if I'll never be able to smile? I already got a list of regrets that goes on ten miles I'll always shake inaudibly There's no cure for this disease I've seen few with these symptoms But they always seem to change They morph into something they claimed to hate Easily influenced by the leading rabble They sparkle with dupe like metabble But I see diphenyl oxalate on their skin They're not fooling anyone Lonely depode while they bomb the saké I know this might sound strange But last night was not a good night for me And I can't stop thinking about dummies Obsessed with sex, alcohol, drugs, and money There's a lack of individuality But they're able to fraternize freely How do they make it look so easy? I bore everyone who decides to speak to me This plaque kills my personality I can't keep hoping for the day I break free from this mage So I'm calling all creeps Is there anyone out there who can answer me? Is there anyone out there who feels like me? There has to be, but why aren't they near me? Will our time ever come? Lonely depode while they bomb the saké Do you ever feel like you don't belong here? Do you ever feel like calling all creeps?

They look at me like I wear a venetian mask Lay down your brass, admin vortex They've been working on you since the day you were born Implanting biased morals through entertaining forms Violence is futile, and many fall for their speech But reciprocity is the key to ending history's most deadly disease First, realize that it's a hereditary scam The only enemies that exist are nation-leading combatants The jingoistic start the path, and the dumb fall in line A purpose for conflict stems from both sides The only "bad guys" are one's with no disposal for strife Who choose militarism and war as their meaning in life They think it's a game, and they're playing with lives Standing behind it is only strengthening the lie Because some see an honor, but I see a facade An outdated practice that our ancestors got wrong This land was once pure, beautiful, and luscious But somewhere along the line, the people got covetous And lines were drawn on a map So why should we be involved in the hate in all that? If war is a force that gives some meaning Then why do many outsiders have to be grieving? We have the power to make change So take off your pins, lay down your pride Learn from the dead. Save the alive.

I. The Fifth of July (Stygian Skies) II. I Hate Hard Workers III. The Three Brothers IV. Racism Reminds & Remains V. Spooky (Hannah is a Werewolf) VI. The Gize Bar in the South of Nowhere Woods VII. The Ballad of Dramus VIII. The Road to Dramus IX. The Wrath of Dramus X. I Hate the Boat (The Final Chapter) It's the fifth of July in the age of arrogance Fulmination fills the stygian sky Six prisoners remain chained in a shed Targeted in the middle of Nowhere Woods While not conscience, they all wear green With letter patches on their backs Reading "Bate me" After brief altercations through expressing opinions They were captured and brought to the Gize shed The prisoners in question were already invisible No soul seemed to care about their sudden disappearence Why would they care if they stood against fads? Militant social groups applauded infiltration They exaggerated pity for minorities But no invisible group was safe from subjugation In their eyes, they didn't even exist In an effort to prevent the slim chance of influence They monitor and choose to rid of the invisible And that's what brings us here today Six prisoners, unconscience, in the shed at dark Awoken by the sounds of a nearby swamp Their eyes rise from their lids As they struggle to escape the chains of entrapment In a state of dubiety, they begin to question each other Confrontation ensues, but only out of frustration The six prisoners soon realize that they've been held captive All because they exercised their apparent right to free speech Social groups didn't approve of their stances For they only approve of popular opinions As the thunder rolled, a prisoner began to shake He asked how the others ended up in the shed Silence carries for a few moments When one prisoner begins to tell his tale He lowers his brow, and starts to yell "I hate hard workers And you know it's true I said I hate hard workers And how about you? They're always coming up to me And trying to start shit But I don't listen to it If I'm slacking off They're there to put me in my place But one of these days I'm gonna punch one in the face Just because they work hard They think they deserve respect It doesn't matter what's on your check They hate the lazy class Well, they can kiss my ass Stars are lucky that their royalties last I'm sorry that society teaches you to want things you don't need And working your life away And earning money became your dream That's not my dream So holmes, get off my screen You're no better Because you follow a routine" The prisoners discuss their companion's opinions And think about how society looks down upon the unemployed They also think about how making money isn't their dream They want more for themselves than that At that moment, all six prisoners made a promise That they'd never let money control them Soon, another prisoner clears his throat And begins to let his story flow "My name is MC Kenna and I got a story to tell All my life I've been waiting and anticipating to burn in hell Well, I'm trapped for the hate inside my head I got voices for many moods Just like the Vindictives" At the start of his story MC Kenna gets interrupted by his two twin brothers Who just so happen to also be trapped in the shed They say "Wait, hold on bro We want in on this too! After all, we're brothers And we have the same story as you!" MC Kenna thinks hard But ultimately lets his brothers take part "Alright, Colby and Jay Let's say why we're in here in an old school way Jump in when you got something to say!" "I might seem cool like Paul O'Neil Because I'm always just kickin' it But little did you know that I cried on Flight of the Hippogriff All the deranged and insane who think I'm lame Are teens who think they're cool Drinking Mike's Hard Lemonade I barely graduated to do jack shit At least it's better than graduating to work at Publix I was never as witty as Jeff Kinney I was never as pretty as Isabelle Adjani I just stayed in my room like R.L. Stine But for my words I've never made a dime There's so many types that make me sick Like the Cole Spouse loving social clique The kind of people that fall for his phony shtick Banality, fatally dumb, hipster scum Oblivious to a quarter of everyone Nowadays people like that rule the nation Being politically correct is the new sensation They're releasing a PSA On how mothers should raise their sons But at the end of the day, who gives a fuck? Not everything is sexist and racist Or needs a cheesy message in all the wrong places Colin Kaepernick is cringy and lame If he really thought his protests were gonna cause change "Conservatives" were whining about him disrespecting the flag And "liberals" are whining about Eminem saying fag Everybody's complaining about something And I'm just sitting back laughing They started a protest for this guy I know They call him the "first offender" He'll knock your ass out regardless of your gender But who are they to play the peaceful paladin? They're the kind of person who would fight me If I said that Bruno Mars wasn't talented! So excuse us if we're rambling nonsense and being rude But we'll practice some of our insults on you We're immature motherfuckers Got a problem, little shits? Throw a fit like you always do When you don't agree with someone's views I'm a stable genius living in a Staples I built my own stable behind the table You go to school, not by choice, but by birth They assign you tasks to determine your worth I saw the Edge of Seventeen back when I was seventeen In the theater with my Mom Because I had no friends But how am I supposed to make friends When I don't smoke or drink booze I'm the same height as Tom Cruise I never went to catholic school And all I seem to do is lose I'm just a button masher A college rave crasher A Mario Kart Double Dasher A hash-slinging slasher You say Americans or Pakistanis are fucked up And it's kinda funny How you can generalize everybody living in one country You're the kind of person who thinks all southerners are racist Spewing your close-minded bullshit to the whole nation I don't hate the police That would make me predictable I'm MC Kenna and I'm an individual These people nowadays be hating with rage But I've always hated with a smile on my face Like why do people got a problem when a dog shits on their lawn? Fuck you Dont come up to me with that attitude 'Cause I'll pick up the poop and I'll throw it in your face I don't care about your dumb-ass lawn Fuck you if you think I'm wrong 'Cause I'll be laughing my ass off When you're stepping in shit And when your grass dies out You'll know the Booski did it And who cares if that dummy Logan Paul filmed a dead body? Give me a break you would have filmed it, too It's a thumbnail, it's views Everyone made response videos crying Save your tears, hypocrite You're full of shit, lying You say you got mental illness You ain't got shit Just a Tumblr and a bad attitude Depression is a joke So is life So if you can't laugh at yourself You must not be living right Shitty indie bands talking about how they're so depressed Do drugs and smoke pounds of grass Man, fuck them, I don't want to hear their ass I want to hear that Southern Charm Like my name was Austen Kroll I don't work, I don't pick up checks And the girlies don't even look at me They just say next Because I don't have a job and I'm proud of it My mother says my laziness is going to cost me a wonderful career I don’t shower, I don’t work, I've had no ambitions for years I have the same birthday as Eva Amurri When it comes to getting a job I'm in no hurry They all say "That MC Kenna! He doesn't have a job! He doesnt do drugs or alchohol But he's kind of a lazy slob!" But what can I say? I'm not an adult I don't drink coffee, own a debit card, or smoke I refuse to pay taxes Get your own damn money Would Joe Giudice find me funny? I'm just a cold cut virgin, unemployed, Sega slacker Everyday I do surveys and I eat Ritz crackers While you're a fingerbreakin', wine-tasting, hustling, hugger Who got a job at 14 to help at your mother You got your kid going to private school In hopes that he'll grow up to be just another fool He'll soon be living the life of a star Driving 4 girls to the prom in his souped-up car While I've never been kissed I've never been missed I missed out on young love and I'm kind of pissed Why is it that I've always had my virginity But never had confidence? While you rats only want to fuck I got no game like the 76' Bucs You're just a pornstar stoner claiming to be a loner But you got 7 friends surrounding your Mercedes Benz You're the kind of guy who's proud of his credit score And you're the kind of guy who's proud to be from New York "What part are you from?" He says with a smile "Let's discuss streets and bore them for awhile!" You say you're cold blooded 'cause you're from New York But little do you know you're just a New York dork I'm saying fuck New York like Slapshot and Blatz I hope your city gets attacked again on the morning of Christmas Just playing, if you know what I'm saying But if you're easily offended you probably already stopped listening I'm glistening like a glazed donut "What did you just say?" I don't know, but you know what? I think it's funny how your whole life can end By saying something that people consider to be offensive I don't want to live in a world Where your life is ruined if you voice an opinion Can't we just respect each other and try to understand That teaching and communicating can bind our hands Maybe we do voice our opinions a little too much This is going to be longer than La Belle Noiseuse/The Best of Youth How the hell do we end this? Our story really wasn't much of a story It didn't make much sense But we got a knack for hating things just like Jade West So our minds are screwed like Lyricold And we're trapped in this shed for the things that we've said" As soon as the brothers are done with their dissings, another prisoner steps forward to lay down some opinions of his own that caused him to get locked up, as well. "Hey, while ya'll are coming in hot Let me jump in I've got something to say I just need a mind reading ghost to back me up" "I'm here!" "Thanks" "I'll never pick a side till the day I die Because liberals are irksome and sensitive And conservatives are just plain ol' stupid You throw stabs the other way And still wonder why hatred is routed If the goal is togetherness Then stop acting like you're better than the rest It doesn't matter what your race is, nor your gender Cultures are important, but we must remember That we're all human beings living in thesis Your extremity of one-way equality will rip us to pieces Discrimination still exists in the world today We got a long way to go, but I hope I see the day Where we can respect cultures and try to understand Instead of focusing our attention on bashing the oppressing You disrespect to gain respect It goes both ways Is it really my place to discuss gender, class, or race? No, but we're here together And we should willingly discuss our opinions civilly I'm through with the violence Don't let yourself be silenced It's in our nature to hate But I'm hoping you won't hate Based on someone's gender, class, or race Because you say you hate whites And you say you hate blacks I say you're all really stupid, it's not about that Each and every person is their own individual If you judge a human by their race It makes the opposing side more hostile You can write articles saying I'm wrong But that's probably the reason why racism has been around so long You can't change the world with that attitude We only got one shot at this So let's learn from our ancestors mistakes So we can make this world a better place" The prisoners smile for the first time after hearing their companion's opinions on a controversial subject. They respect his opinion and listen to him. Eventually, they begin joking with each other and warming up to one another. But then they notice that one prisoner hasn't said a word. They ask him what his story is, but he remains silent. He doesn't look too good. He then starts to twitch and say: "I've got graveyards on my mind They've got a timed pendulum effaced to the back of them You're friends with the merchant who lives by the pope They're making a fortune selling my dreams and hopes The werewolves can smell me and my time is running out I got to get away, I got to make a change Ingratiating isn't my plan, I'd rather die than be fed Vathek was my priniciple, but now my dream is dead And they say on the thirteenth of October That I'll have to join them I've seen some cheat away enchantresses in their day But I'd take the love of a prancer, or even a necromancer I'm used to being in the coppice alone Picked apart to broken fragments and bones My agoraphobia is calling me again Restricting my potential to Ghosts and Goblins The ghouls keep whispering that the CIA will lick my asscheeks Coffened vacilliation on a plagued street Proves that they'll soon kill the meek If Hannah is a werewolf, why did dreams ruin Stine? I've never experienced conviviality of that kind This curse will cause change, transmogrifying decay A long for a cottage in nature, somewhere far away Open fields display the earth of yesterday If this is all that's left here, then I got to get away!" Out of nowhere, the paranoid, nonsensical prisoner starts banging his head against the cheap wood of the shed! He truly is desperate to get away! Like an octopus on crack, he wiggles out of his chains of entrapment. The prisoners imitate his movements of escape, and they start to wonder if whoever trapped them wanted them to escape in the first place. The chains weren't very secure at all. A hole is soon made in the shed, and the prisoners are free at last. They decide to head south through the dark swamps. After hours of gruesome walking in the night, they eventually see neon pink lights. It's, of course, the Gize Bar in the south of Nowhere Woods. The prisoners then decide to stop in to see if they can get any answers to what's truly going down. "Welcome to Gize bar! What brings ya'll in here?" "Uh...I don't even know where to start! We were all locked in a shed, unconscious, wearing these weird outfits! Where are we? What does this all mean? How did we even get trapped in there? What is going on?!" "Oh, you guys were locked in the shed and you got out? That's very impressive. I've never seen those outfits. Dramus used to have guards who patrol the shed at night." "Wait, wait, wait, who's Dramus? Is that the guy who locked us up?" "Yes, yes, of course! You're telling me you don't know about Dramus? He's only been the most powerful leader of the current age. He's got an army of people working for him, helping him find all the people who need to be locked up for being "part of the problem". A lot of us 'round here don't agree with his ways, but if we say anything, he'd kill us." "Oh, wow. Do you happen to know more about this Dramus guy? Do you know where he lives?" "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, of course. I know all about him. Here, I'll tell you everything I know He sold his guitar for a gram of weed He cheats on all the girls in the scene He drives around town living the dream He's Dramus He lies and tries to keep all of their hearts He's blamed it on the prisoners since the start He used to live at the smoke shop by the K-Mart He's Dramus He's dating all of the emo girls who live out of state He charms them with his words and then they date He finds his next target and it's too late He's dramus He got road head with a baby in the backseat He took off his pants and the Mom was a freak All while he was driving on the wrong side of the street He's dramus He came in his friends blanket after going to a rave He's been complaining about cultural appropriation for days He locks up people who don't believe in his ways He's Dramus He started out with Tumblr quotes He got a big following, so the story goes A bunch of dumb fucks agreed with his victimized woes He's Dramus He now lives at the bottom of Fersata To get there, keep going north until you see lava He's got a whole army who is just like him So watch out!" The prisoners decide to follow the bartender's advice and head north to confront Dramus and hopefully put a stop to his evil ways. As they walk through the forest of the night they start to discuss what will happen if they don't come out victorious. They soon realize that Dramus might lock them up for good, or even kill them. They decided that what they were about to do would be worth it. It's better to die with a fight than to die with no might. Soon, they start to see bright red lava and a long bridge leading to a large platform awaits them. They slowly walk across it and at the end of it is Dramus and his followers. Dramus starts to speak to them "Ah, it seems like you prisoner fools Have finally found your way to me I expected that much. What bravery to face me You know, I don't tolerate escape artists I also don't tolerate those with opinions like your own I suppose it's time to put an end to this once and for all Do you know what we do to people like you? Jimbo! Get the boat ready for our guests! Yes...that's right See the vast sea of never-ending lava behind me? Well, let's just say you're going to go for a little boat ride... Except, unlike Super Mario Sunshine and Corona Mountain There is no final destination platform for you to land on Muahahaha...MUAHAHAHAHA" Dramus' army starts closing in on the prisoners. The prisoners gulp as they realize the inevitable. They're going to be forced onto that boat and die. They look at one another and they all cry. And all of them are at a loss for words. Dramus looks at them with a sadistic smile. He then instructs his army to start bringing the prisoners to the boat. He then says, "It was nice knowing you hateful bigots Maybe this will teach you in the next life! Have a nice sail! Oh wait...I almost forgot... Any thing you want to say? Perhaps you've changed your opinions and views? Any last words?" Silence carries throughout, when one prisoner begins to sing the unthinkable. "I hate the boat I hate the boat Tell everybody that I hate the boat No dollar sign, no pizza grind And I hate the boat So what does this mean? It's simple to see That the problem is both you and me Let's learn to respect each other And try to understand So we can live in peace Dramus, it's true It's not too late for you Don't we got better things to do? So what do you say? Do you agree? That it's the right thing to do?" "I now see and agree It's suddenly all so clear to me That choosing sides and ruining lives Isn't the way to be Thank you for helping me see Let's set everyone free and live in harmony!" And just like that, our story comes to an end. The six prisoners get freed and Dramus holds onto his beliefs, but he respects other's opinions and doesn't get angry with them for having them. Instead of all the talking the prisoners and him were doing, they decide to put all that energy into something positive by helping people in need get to where they need to be. They decide to stop taking themselves so seriously. Finally, everyone is free and the world is at peace. They learned from their ancestors mistakes, and they made the world a better place.

You say you're 25 and don't got a dime to your name Never been in a relationship And your weight is driving you insane Still live at home with no friends, no job, and no school And everybody's saying that you need to get out of your room I believe in you, you know it's true Don't let them force their opinions onto you I believe in you, you know it's true They don't know what it's like to be you You say you're 19, living in a rapacious world Surrounded by followers Who don't see the beauty in a pure soul There's no one you feel comfortable around in your town You look for a shoulder to lean on But you're the only one around And they say that you'll grow out of it But what do they say when they realize that it's not a phase? All the people will soon forget it Till you're left alone and labeled as strange And the years go by without change You feel like no one knows your alive You're too perturbed, and don't have the strength to try I know about it, because that kid was me You think no one cares about you, but I do I believe in you

Why did it happen to me instead of them? Why did I let it control me? If pain is in the eye of the beholder Why did I let it ruin me? I had the option to embrace faults But it's hard when people don't see you for who you are They only see you for the color of your skin I've been discriminated, I've been inundated After a while, I chose to be isolated It was easier that way To avoid their stares I took the road over like a shy legionnare But that wasn't the only thing causing my refrain Mixtures of anxiety and pusillanimity rattled my brain My heart goes out to anyone who's ever felt the pain I've learned perspective and empathy Two things that could change the world If only they mattered, in a world so disturbed I often look back on those years with fright at midnight With a heart that tightens up by the reflection of a phone light I had fears that it'd never go away And I'd always be alone No advice could convince me to accept it and let go Hate is taught, and beauty is an opinion So how can something natural be considered disgusting? For years I felt ashamed Because others couldn't deal with my skin I'm sure Mr. Success doesn't remember laughing in my face Calling me petty names, and excluding me from things They threw trash, stole milk, stepped in my space And ignorantly recommended washing my face Convenience store prescriptions did nothing for me But they couldn't understand no matter how hard I preached Those years were supposed to be a learning period But all I learned was how to be castrated I cried when my own father screamed at me For having something that I couldn't control So blame genetics, blame society's views You're all just a bunch of worthless beauty tools It's not about technique It's not about routine When you're ridiculed for existing I'm not asking for pity They have the right to hate We promote a flawless world With no room for mistakes And I think there's something about it That you'll never understand While you're kissing your boyfriend And holding his hand If it comes back It'd be nothing new Sometimes there's nothing you can do Those years are gone, and I can never get them back I'm a survivor, though I've been cracked I choose to learn from the past Butt of a wit. Scars to prove it.

Carly thinks that I talk too much Carly thinks that I never shut up Carly speaks to me in my dreams I know her from the movie screens Carly is a culmination A faux name for an actress in my imagination Carly's not sentimental I promised I'd keep her real name confidential Because Carly is the first one I loved Carly had a secret crush On a boy who didn't talk much Carly once took up the drums She put a picture of her father on the snare and toms Carly wanted to be a funeral director She loves the color black, leather, and rainy weather Carly took up activism to heal her scars She lived to Watsonville Patio on a car Drugged eyes, crazed smile Brooned, lost and then found, but forever lost Mysterious and maleficent Careful with words Hacking Seven Springs thoughts Joan, Georgia, Ellie, Kate, Lisa Lara, Legs, Cash, Elise, Amelia, Illeania I've never met women like them before And I probably never will But Carly was the first one that I loved

I think I'll take a walk to the bridge For sardines, sweet tea, and deliverance I know I'll soon get kicked out of this place But for now, it's the only place that feels safe As a Florida boy, I never said much And the girls ain't never looked my way I chose to skip every growing opportunity And watch life slip away School came and went without a trace No love, no job or interests, no need to show face The innocence and adventure is gone Everyone has matured and moved on Emeralds fueled hope and punk ruined lives Outcasted and awkward with a hunchback side But I caught a glimpse of the light When I saw Pauline in her suit For the first time, I wanted to amount to something too Some day, I'll get away From the addicts that run my town and drag me down They think they know me But they don't know anything And I won't listen to what "family" or "friends" have to say I'll do things my own way I'll learn to stand up for myself I'll stop being taken advantage of I'll be the person I've always wanted to become And when I finally get to that place I'll walk across the hills at midnight And keep a pistol in the trunk of my car I won't care about anyone or anything anymore And they'll call me Einzelganger