common_looking

we are moving through this life
slightly suicidal
do it all for a price
we are the freaks who own the leash
silently hoping for a dream
a wish
an all
we're the makers of misfortune
the sons of ignorance
the daughters of indifference
were the ones who try to make it better
but we can't keep it all together
in the face of everything we're not
we are gods and worshippers
the prayers and angels
silent revelers
cold, broken saints
the ones who have our hearts in hand
give it away
just for a glance
a single
chance
to be
not so
common
looking
people