Being 19 in las Vegas 

Old enough to buy cigarettes
Too young to buy beer
No clubs for us to go to
what is there to do here ?

House parties aren't safe 
And the strip ain't no fun
every bodies pregnant
And everyone has a gun

Girls with straight A's
now on crack
And the girl from next door 
Is now on the track

Your cousin is gay
you got gangstas on the downlow
Everyone's fucked everyone
As Vegas beings to grow

No ones in college anymore
Everyone's dropped out
Living with their parents
Just waiting to move out

everything is open 24 hours a day
7 days week
It's hard for us to get jobs
Cause they say our resume is weak

So as we wait for our big break
We chill at home at smoke
Plan out our life
And just pray and hope

That one day we will get out
out of our parents house
Then out of las Vegas
Away from the chaos
Away from familiar faces
A new surrounding

No one gave us directions
On how to embrace the changes
That we're so suddenly gonna
Happen after graduation.

A day living in las Vegas 
Is just an ordinary day
Nothing ever changes
There's no other way

I'm fromm the east side of las Vegas
 But we've all seen every inch of las Vegas
And we're only 19
Nothing is here for us
All we have are fake friends
And good associates.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I hope you enjoyed it. this is just a glimpse of what goes on beyond the strip.

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The Battle Mile

Outlawed engines of aluminum and steel go to war with direct energy
generators of superior power; beyond speeds beyond the capacity
of the human mind and soul.
They fill the night sky with streaking lights and twisting steel
of the causalities along the wastelands along the battle mile;
who will rise from the chaos, the followers of the old ways
or the sons and daughters of the new age?

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Existence: In the Danger Zone

Existence: In the Danger Zone...

Pestilence is violence
Penetrating the sound barrier, a symphony of shots and sirens
Bold soldiers become casualties to the asphalt battlegrounds
As fear reigns as a tyrant, within a clip lies my only reliance
Made to be one with the weapon: I will remain defiant
Ceased vocality: Cries turn into silence

Forced to avenge: Projecting angst, aiming to puncture the soul
An extension to an infliction of infinite potential damage: Just precisely what I hold
Existence in the danger zone: Survival is a gamble with all bets scattered on the table, and the wage is on

Resistance is a science
Temptation is a giant
Adhering to the laws of war: To murder is compliance


People get lost in the woods

No, for me it's even worse

I look into your eyes and see

Chaos, a never ending, deep blue sea

Dreams floating trough my head

Angels with their wings spread

Maybe it will take a while

I've just been waiting for your smile

A living, very bright

And in the end, there's a ray of light

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I hope you like it :)

Our Wasteland

“Our Wasteland”

'Genesis Set'

In the wasteland that was our glory,
Shall be handed down a tragic story.
Death will not ride the horse of murder
there will be no where to hide, no safe quarter.
When you walk that path, cross that border
will you proudly stand before that iron gate
hang before the jury, while charming the snake

Zombies, all marching to the same tune
sleep walking without so much as a clue.
There was once a time, I almost gave up altogether
tormented by the nightmare of it never getting better

There rests a vice within my head
there was a reason I had wished to be dead
for in this life, somethings are better left unsaid
because the mistress of life, plays for regrets.
If there is a lesson to be had in any of this,
it is that life's simple distractions make it an easy miss.
Where confusion shadows my every step
I still find my life in another's dept.

In the wasteland of destitute
I am reminded of this same prelude
trying hard to forget, the constant regret.

Every face melts into two,
strangers in the wind pass by without a clue.
Their eyes staring through you
I close myself off, I find an escape
away from the pain, before I break.
The screams inside my head will go silent
once the world learns the violence.

I will take that long walk to the chair,
I will take my last rights, hear my final prayer.
Once you flip the switch, my mind will start to twitch
to execute the heart, now that becomes an art.

Always crying about how life is just not fair,
When we chose to ignore the obvious standing there
right before our eyes, and how we perceive all the lies.
The law of attraction, and the language of subtraction
the way of the universe, and how it could always be worse.

“So many faces all staring back at me,
who are blind yet still think they can see”

“I will share with you a secret, This world is cruel and often a hypocrite
but as I walk this tight rope, I hold onto a thread of hope
that in a universe built on opposites, and very few compromises.
I will find my garden of eden, within those green fields
cast my eyes onto my angel, my vixen.”

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Everyone will have regrets in their life...

**Updated Formating from Psycho- Confessions**

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