MY new folk punk song, i will start recording soon VERSE 1

stacks of empty beer cases, leaning tower of shot glasses              
standing on layers of cigarette filters but no one has an extra smoke either        
        
so sick of the casino's that make us known    
as the city that, fucks and drinks and party like theres no tomorrow        
       
well let me just say, they don't see the local life of poverty luck and greed. this vast array of nothingness and blazing heat theres no way to live!        
       
there's no way to live but the devil's finds comfort in it. oh!!!! were all lost in vegas          
           
stuck in a pit of tar from the smoke in my lungs that I cant get out            
stuck in a pit of dirt and rock piled on top with crumbled rocks      
   
I can sing but i prefer to shout because the crust in my voice and the anguish in my heart is the only thing keeping me and suicide apart              
so heres to the punks hippies and ravers cheers to happy substance abusers              
and everyone else somewhere in between together we compose a requiem for dream            
           
people take one look at me and turn their heads baffled from the gagglefuck of tats on my arm, the way that i act, and my race that i was born with and i dont understand i truly dont fucking understand    
   
why my social anxiety always get the best of me. Im just tryna live a life, of peace love and rage!!!            
peace love and rage!!!  
            
i refuse to conform to societies expectancies of how i should be, work ethic and the customer is always right when they spit in your face saying all this shit is overpriced            
i said fuck that shit i said fuck that shit as i take another hit from a cigarette to keep me sane now I'm lost and its only me to blame          
       
so heres to the punks hippies and ravers and everyone else somewhere in between together we'll compose a requiem for a dream