Errorist

I feel like no one cares
Will anyone even dare?

This planet will eventually crumble
Now the Icebergs are taking a tumble

How much longer do they have to suffer?
Everyday they get a little bit tougher

Nobody seems to understand
These cutters will be close at hand

We all have this frustration
It is time for liberation

They call it a terrorism act
As a matter of fact

They are the realy terrorists
This whole country is filled with errorists

Past my fears

I’m trying to get past all of my fears
Dressed in black and ready to start this
Every second we waste, they shed more tears

Without wasting time we are now dismissed
We have our van and are well equipped
Complete this task without raising a fist

Seeing around me

Being pushed around
Fleeing away from the place
Seeing what I have truly found
Agreeing that I am a disgrace

Stand guard waiting for time
Sand is blowing in the my eyes
it hurts like the juice of a lime
I must cut these ties