John the Revelator
Put him in an elevator
Take him up to the highest high
Take him up to the top where the mountains stop
Let him tell his book of lies.
John the Revelator
He's a smooth operator
It's time we cut him down to size
Take him by the hand
And put him on the stand
Let us hear his alibis.
By claiming God - As his holy right
He's stealing a God from the Israelites
Stealing a God from a Muslim, too
There is only one God through and through
Seven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven again.
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train.
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator.
All he ever gives us is pain.
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator
He should bow his head in shame.
-Depeche Mode

i don't want to wake up to your screaming and arguing.
i don't want to talk to you about my life.
i don't want to follow your lie of a religion.
i don't want to tell you about my problems.
i don't want to go places with you.
i don't even want to spend time with you.
i don't want you to take out your frustrations on me.
i don't want you to lecture me hypocritically.
i don't want you to tell me i cant be vegetarian.
i don't want you to worry about my future.
i don't want you to shelter or censor me.
i don't want my life to be planned out. by me or by you.
i don't want you to want to.

it's sad when your brother figures out that his parents cant reprimand him for cussing at them since they cuss at us so often.

it's sad when three children can agree that their mother is oppressive.

it's sad when you're the only one in your family who's never done drugs.

it's sad when your father hides things like divorce and smoking from your family.

it's sad when your parents file for divorce so that they won't have to see their problem child so often.

it's sad when your father can get mad at your 18 year old brother for having a kid, even though he's 15 years younger than his mother.

it's sad when you have to take care of your mother when she's sad, even though you don't believe anything you're telling her.

it's sad when she doesn't know when to stop.

it's sad when she yells at your father for not being meaner.

it's sad when she hated her childhood home and thought she could make ours better.

it's sad when they've both changed so much that they seem fake.

it's sad when you cant remember whole years of your life, and you probably don't want to.

it's sad when you hear people talk about their homes and you know it's so much worse than yours.

it's sad when you don't feel like you have a reason for feeling the way you do.