Haste Killed Creativity

The days blow by in agile moments of clarity and blind despair. With rage so thick it's bittersweet to see a smile come through here and there. You put your faith in living, but youthful idealism is no longer welcome here. I'm not dead yet. Hopes not dead yet. A hero's march down scorn filled halls defeats the charity of last years hell. Your vain eyes show no respect, just loss of recognition broken spirit burnt out will. Sing a song of cynicism a foul smell of shit decay and degradation in the midst of celebration. I'm not dead yet. Hopes not dead yet. 该天的清晰度和盲目绝望敏捷的时刻吹了。愤怒这么厚是苦乐参半的，看一个微笑来通过在这里和那里。你把你的信仰生活，但年轻的理想主义已经不再欢迎。我还没死呢。希望还没死。一个英雄的征途下来轻蔑充满大厅击败最后几年地狱的慈善机构。你白白眼睛不尊重，承认忧伤的灵只是损失烧毁的意志。唱愤世嫉俗的歌曲臭味狗屎衰减和退化的庆祝活动之中。我还没死呢。希望还没死。