i have written a tragedy down below where the pretty boys come to die although i m spitting phrases of nothing to save myself the embarrassment of apology the caption read danger silly boy you ve got to know when to stop it s just life lessons disguised as defeat dear god it s happened again it s a chemical war a stagnant bore compensates for the marathon of a weekly routine these bones can t take much more not quite a tragedy vacant streets ninety degree heat and this time i ve caught fate by the wings and if she screams it s curtains for the dead this town is on fire and i m on the hills smiling and laughing knowing that my life has just begun