rusted wilderness: lost in passion from right from wrong

all of these burning trees tied into one leaf. this city has a funny way of showing its emotions on people. if your not careful enough you can find yourself molding to it. a type of organic waste leaving you hiding in the shadows. suffering the old case of the blues, just sleep it off. so far everything has been going wrong. how many shoes must be filled to get the point? you've been passed due for way to long, just sit this one out. your gun doesnt have enough bullets in it and your knives are all rusted out. if this sunset horizon doesnt come faster, all flesh will be hidden beneath the trees. guiding a serious way of life, the fires rage on in these hearts of millions. i even feel myself adding to the rust of this world. the beauty has lost its glitter since the first real war, from then on we only know how to add to it and perfect it. so i change everything that i am. and i turn to the shadows for guidance. if this doesnt make sense soon then i will disappear. if i havent disappeared yet, it is only because i am still wanting to be saved. but enough of these panic attack bullshit ways of life. im starting a new generation with rebuilding these walls. this rusted city will be an obstacle that i cant handle. load up my guns and clean the rust away on my knives. i am a dead man looking for a purpose. i am a dead man regaining conscious of this world. im sparkling this city up. giving it a make-over. read me in the obituaries or history books. ill be a wanted man with all kinds of charges, and a license to kill. the rust of this world will be swept clean. the earth will be thanking me later for it. i am going to hell for a lifetime. and im taking it all with me.