So I made this song for my American Institutions class. Wrote it in a day, recorded the guitar in a day, wrote lyrics in a day, recorded vocals in a day.

LYRICS:
Paralyzed, yet still in motion
Open eyes staring at the wall that will stop you
Behold the bosom of the Grim
The skeletons beneath the floorboards have dug their way out
Everything isn't as easy
As falling down, bruising your knees, and standing back up
Sometimes the blood on your hands
Can only be washed away by that of your own
This is the sickest love story that I've ever seen
It makes me the color as the object of your interest
And what of the lily white boys begging in the street?
What will they become?
We'll be here till the greed is gone
We're fed up with the way you've been feed