a judgmented hope.

He will lower his head in shame
 outside of vegas

We will mock his death for us a chance at forgiveness,
and continue on in this wastland of freedom and debt.

Children will ask why,
While the elders,
Play no role in what ,they, commit the highest love for .
and you feel reminded of a Brady Bunch flashback of just wishing you could be half the father, hollywood can create.

Im right feelin sick at my stomach
 with a drive.
  Im left looking for the shiny green N ,
 coastin along to barely surviving.

With a belife in your heart as an "individual"
Why conform to the masses.
Your left begging,asking why,im thanking and asking whats next,
im spitting on failure outside of sin city,
 Jesus is pointing the finger...