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Epitome

hey hey

Sheltered and isolated from the outside world, you're obviously bemused by suburban teenaged life. A knife is what you need to cut away the dilemmas. You have got enough to worry about with fitting in and moving out into your new life.

you dont care about globalization

you dont care about deforestation

you dont care about third world nations no

(Youre the) Epitome of society  you represent the majority

The time now is golden for seeking the truth and exploiting the mass media for attempting to brainwashing us with their bullshit. Manipulating the flow of information. To take control. To grab a hold. To keep your fear intact and its working. (Cuz) your mind is somewhere else- Consumed by fashion sense, and you could worry less. You have become an I-dont-care-ican.

Indy Termination:
 
Confusion is my pollution; it surrounds me everyday and everywhere i go.
I can't decide what i want and where i want to be. I've reached a fork in the road and each way is a mean.

You don't understand, so quit asking why.
you can't comprehend, but you say I'll try.
i don't need your hand, because you're always wrong.
my name's Eman, and this is my song.

The more i go one way, the farther i get from the other.
Spiritual or intellect; each side has its own to offer.
The negatives are not frivolous; it could be redundant and monotonous.
Indy Termination is my ticket for the lottery of acceptance.

The Walking Song:
 
Late night, it's over. Gotta find a way back home. I'm stuck. Got no cash. No change to use the phone. Why call? Its useless, cuz everybody's sleeping. No one can pick me up. I'm stuck. I guess I am on my own. Everybody's gone now; I've got no ride. I've stayed too late to enjoy it more. It's always the same situation. Don't wait. Just keep on walking slower than my mind. It's racing faster than my feet at a quicker pace. 


As I breathe in, I can feel the cold air, and I realize that I got no cab fare. And I think I saw the last bus just drive by...I think i'm gonna walk.

My steps; they make a beat. I sing a song. No one's around. No cars driving by. My legs don't give up. They're independent of my thoughts. I fall asleep and they go on. The way back home. A few blocks more. My destination's in the view. The next day, bright and early. I dont have a method of transportation to get to work, but i've got my music.

Punk Rawk Grrrl:
 
 please don't go so far away. Come sit right here, I saved you a seat.  It's a better place.
 
One day i was coming home from school. I was all alone on the same bus, the same routine; the wellington 13. This girl came on, she was fascinating. Her bright red hair was illuminating...everything became blurry.  You don't understand, no, you don't understand what i see. The most beautiful girl in the forest city.  Is this a dream? is she actually sitting next to me?!
 
Punk rock girl with bright red hair. Why do you have to go so far away? Just seeing you makes my day, in a strange, peculiar way.
 
Time started unwinding. I was aware of my surrounding. An angelical ghost beside me. For her this song i'm writing. She looked familiar. She reminded me of a girl I'd seen headlining a show i saw the previous week.  Never wanted, no. I never wanted it to end.  But i was paralyzed, i couldn't even move my hands. Let alone talk to her and see if she saw that band. we could've been friends.
 
Punk rock girl, bright red hair. why do you have to go so far away. Still you make my day in a strange, peculiar way. You rock my world.
Everytime i see you leave, i want to follow.  Catch up with you and talk about tomorrow. Maybe i'll see you at the show..
 
And maybe I, and maybe you. For just one time we'll look into eachother's eyes and realize that we're finally here. 
We're at the show.
 

Old Lost Sorrows
 
My old sorrows had been lost and dead, but now they're found so they're new and in my head. They resemble some types of animals: a chameleon or perhaps an emu? So why do we see them enjoy their freedom when they're young? I don't know what to do.
 
I don't wanna see them on T.V.
Don't wanna hear them on the F.M.
I don't buy their books cuz i don't like their looks.
They deceive the lightest prey.
 
Old lost sorrows are more likely to fade. They'e emotions and youth they must invade. Escape their clutches: glory day is on the shelf.  Just live your own life, don't forget about yourself.
 
Don't wanna see them on T.V.
Don't wanna hear them on the radio.
Not gonna go out and get their books
And i friggin' hate their looks.
The deceive the lightest prey.