Farenheit 451

The flowers we were given took care of themselves or spoiled
Depending on who brought our gift home
People smiled at us or pretended without any grace
And our arms came together to do something bigger than the universe
Now things are not going so well
We could say that everything hurts

Almost all the good people around me
Were the worst trash you could throw
Ignorant pigs, you are sons of bitches
I'm sorry, I can't help it
I really can't help it

Some advised me to give up or shut up
I was the thorn in the side of everyone I met
The days went by and you still denied me
And others full of shit wouldn't even look me in the face
But now things are not so good for them
We could also say it's a shame

Almost all the good people around me
Were the worst trash you could throw
Ignorant pigs, you are sons of bitches
I'm sorry, I can't help it
I really can't help it

Ignorant pigs, you are sons of bitches
I'm sorry, I can't help it
It's true, I can't help it

If anyone listening to this felt offended or burned
Know that I don't give my opinion, I just tell what happened
If you can't handle it, think a little, it will clear up
If you didn't like these lyrics, we have a declared war.