The Youth

We were born without eyes and the sockets were just break proof safes, read these books and diaries, that's how they said we could start clean, but, I would rather staple my own hands to a train, then pray on knees that judge and blame

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 26, 2026

If I could better myself, I swear I would I swear to god I'd fucking change myself But the five billion hands of the world are pulling me down My veins are turning a dark blue I feel like dying, how about you? Take the coins out from under your tounge Unsew the pockets because I am holding on to nothing Drown, drown, I'd fucking drown without you If I said you were the only one Who could pull me out of this one Would you think it was fiction?

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 26, 2026

I don't remember the good ones from the bad But it's too late because i can't hold back from the bucket of bruises Brothers and sisters, our lease is way expired now Drink the youth Drink the youth The stomach holds heavy circulations Our scariest secrets and pleasures Fuck us front to back Save our teeth and maybe our copies won't melt under the light

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 26, 2026

We could build a city in a single day But in a couple of seconds we would try To bury our regrets They dont make caskets like they used to, with escape buttons So grab my chest and slip your fingers Through my ribs, hold on to this blood machine inside Because its all about to end

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 26, 2026

They said we might not come back from this one But who fuckin' cares At least it will make us into humans Shape my legs until they walk on order Shape my eyes so they won't tear up on command Shape this heart and make it harder than forever But remind me never to stick my hand out the window Because its worth more than your breath

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 26, 2026

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So what if your teeth hold a grudge So what if your grinning means nothing I bit my own hand clearly right off I can't keep my mouth busy, I can't back up my spit The cursed, no one can change us The spells, no one can take us I'm tired of your breaking downs Keep us away from your maybes and your killing downs The heavies hearts can keep from breaking down Churning, grinding itself into slumber A plague on both your plans But it's too bad that the prettiest smiles can taste so awful

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 26, 2026

Burn the quakers, burn the quakers Burn the quakers, burn the quakers Learn Don't catch fire Burn Burn Burn Burn Now, can you make some pictures with your fingers? What's that father, father?

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 26, 2026

It wasn't gravity, it was the witches Make your fingers into pillars Hold all the stomachs in this town They can't stomach anymore The wood on these trees smell like skin now And old fires are full of carpenter stories Where they push plastic nails through their smiles It wasn't gravity, it was the witches Just wait till they cook up a cure for ignorance

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 26, 2026

The last time we spoke, we ended up no where And it seems like my words Aren't any better than your quotes Our speaches were reversed Just like the movements of our hands With every sentence I became more afraid I remember every sentence and I remember every word Because through this mirror I thought my words would come out backwards And your mouth is just a reflection of what I can't swallow

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 26, 2026