Apathy For the Apathetic

can't point your finger of blame at me if its broken right so would you like a broken finger or rib? can't die from the joke your not telling that is killing you would you like a broken rib or broken finger? point and laugh if you must at my broken nose fighting for my rights as a human being don't suppose I'll ever suppose Blood all over my hands scrubbing the floor state of shock behind closed doors blue revolution a suggestion Guilty by assosiation justified because of selfrighteousness I could put myself in your shoes dedicate my life to surrendering to me being the victom paint over my reflection so i could see what I want to be find myself living beside myself unable to keep a tidy bride bribe the devil with my inner demons full well knowing he loves the sin and not the sinner Always closing off with a prayer god to watch over you as jesus finds his way to you and the holy spirit to guide you away from the wrath I no longer have the strength to keep at arms length blood all over my hands my blood my broken nose two men in uniform broken finger? broken rib? whose the laughing stock? the soulbound prayer hits back on judgement day no paint over any mirror will cloak that illusion