"The teacher stands in front of the class, but the lesson plan he can’t recall. The student’s eyes, don’t perceive the lies, bouncing off every fucking wall. His composure is well kept. I guess he fears playing the fool. The complacent students sit, and listen to the bullshit that he’d learned in school.

Europe ain’t my rope to swing on. Can’t learn a thing from it, yet we hang from it. Gotta get it, gotta get it together then, like the motherfuckin’ Weathermen."

Adding one more that speaks to me alot at the moment, even if it’s not an all time favorite:

"All at once,

the world can overwhelm me,

there’s almost nothing that you can tell me,

that would ease my mind.

Which way will you run?

When it’s allways all around you.

The feeling’s lost and found you again,

the feeling that we have no control."