Every day i'm suffering from terminal addiction flood bank memory, turning me away frome me suck it down and cut it up Humanness and self-distress Every day addicted downward circling, burning at both ends, addicted Reality is futile, it poisons my existence pseudo images, policy, management I need alcohol, cocaine and demerol caffeine, nicotine, vicodin, heroine addicted
fuck your catchy one liners fuck you dress to impress you can go fuck yourselves with that trendy shit fuck you bad attitudes fuck your weak high class fuck all you pretenders keep your life of tras
The world's down with sentiment
Harp strings that I've never heard
Family talk they talk a lot
Talking into telephones
I used to have a broken head
Broken words from broken thoughts
Too much blame on sorry self
I caught the world flu
I'm here to wrap my hands around society's neck. Slowly slip away against a lifeless grip. A long painful death is what you deserve, open your mouth, bite the fucking curb. Born into a vicious circle you learn to cut a the throat. Watching people lining up in tight single file rows. I still revolve around a world I choose to cut off. One nation under god over a burning cross.
Pacing the room dragging my feet
Watching the fog fill the street
Melody Drive empty at ten
Houses look bolted and low set
The network shows the movies
About persons through the blinds
Watching waiting and everyone cries
I felt the woman come closer
Fifty years moved from picture to picture
Inside it was pouring rain
I could hear the drops hit the screen
And nothing's the same as it was before
Outside the video
I would have loved to be there
To see it
Video
unsatisfied with love and kindness just focused on the self absolution reeks of weakness temporary culture makeshift bad will go the time for them a death taking pace I've watched my generation piss themselves again hide from snakes with arms and legs I'd rather just blend Mr. Grives is digging ditches cemetery for the living shallow minded patrons suit this million man march in this rotting gut degeneration there is only the ebb the foundation collapses we continue to hurt knee deep in a river but we're dying of thirst the foundation collapses we continue to search knee deep in a river but we're dying of thirst unsatisfied with love and kindness just focused on self absolution reeks of weakness temporary culture makeshift bad will go the time for them a death taking pace I've watched my generation piss themselves
Young adults find out that they keep coming back
Back to a corner a street a place to be
Where buildings are nothing but holes in the ground
As we get old changing the colors of walls
Breaking from home crossing the bridge
Living outside the gold state seems amiss
Somewhere I saw faces and hands
fighting for space on a clock
It didn't show time being precious as silver and gold
Proving us we're wrong all of us move on
We got for a ride we slow down and die
We have to give up things we love sometimes
That dream about tumbling down a hill in a car
Happened again last night
Living from the chest
Living through the day
Under blankets closeted
Behind the shop closing doors
On the rooftops in panel floors
The man remembers easier days
Before death went searching for his pain
Before day troubles before the stint
Hands cracked and calloused from surroundings
Son replaces father when father dies
He eats dead things to stay alive
His wife became widow it didn't take long
In the stomach was a stone that dropped from her heart
It stayed in her a year until a crack
The weight of her loss put her on her back
Resistance is a place where nothing lasts
The Pacific is a place where nothing lasts
A Pacific made of ash
Brace yourself
Disconsolate apart from the crash aside from the stone faced mad in the eyes I won't buy optimism no happy money no complacence histrionic general public sickness foul mouth ridden mass republic grant me the madness to drive me away exploding my insides total dismay
Biting down on my lip making sure I feel the pain. It seems like rain is coming down in cement blocks of two's and three's, one more drop could drown us all I stand outside to watch it fall. Bite down.
Back in 84' i nearly choked on the u-cord until my dad came and cut me loose he said, 'the pain you felt today, it will never go away' and 'the best way out is always through'. He said, 'watch out for the world trying to shape you living here you got to know the truth' twenty five years later everything is the same a civilization gone deaf-mute
I've given up too many nights In hopes to hide away with sleep, Running from my enemy, but still she drags me by the feet. There's days when I can't find the time or even care to open my eyes. I drill the clock into the wall pass hours until I'm wrinkled thin. Nightmares seem to follow me, It's getting hard to remember my dreams. If I stay awake tonight I'll gain much more than growing old, Now each eyelid shut - I'm giving in but never giving up. Wake up.
Tell me I don't need a blade that's razor sharp just to keep my thoughts under a lock and key. Making bad decisions press along while nails dig into me, scream for help but no one cares It doesn't matter anyway. Light won't carry through the room. The doors are locked. It's darkening. Every step I take gets worse. Solutions seem to fail me.
Late at night living with myself i'm burning up all the time around the first of the month i'm breaking down all the time walking with my eyes to sky i'm outside in all the time at the end of each day i'm digging dirt all the time I was going on about town walked into a puddle and was put out I don't burn like i did when i was twenty two
all the difference is gone diversity taken by schools of thought I can't feel my imagination coward world slain by monotonous rot drive your car through the house jump ten stories to greet the crowd before the passion descends to gray all the colors turn to residual waste
hunted by badges followed by pigs ugly prostration you've wept your dignity imperial reich spreads fear and disease controlled by tyrants hate consumes me raise hell to bide this race you're in use sex to dish the filth fuck the government with your fist
Ordinary people we do ordinary things
Work is our water and we drink
Our eyes are a condition always moving our minds
Living inside a house of cards
Sublunary people we do sublunary things
Strangers of this world actors playing a disease
Burning through night its love that we crave
I use to know this kid always sitting on the side nobody spoke with him, they thought him rather odd he had reptile skin he lived a weird life he smoked his cigarettes he lived on paperbacks When he was alone he found things were the same only happier than a man of open head Open my head Open head
Nigh to life and a life nigh to peace and full-peace never have i eluded the fact facts are inescapable First being war, war is near first being way, war is hear Watch the high bolt take everything Turn your head to see turn your back to follow what has happened? War of all against all.
Getting closer to the breaking point, With blatant words my voice is shot, while my skull takes another hit, I try to cover my broken nose. Body's weak, lacks courage and pride each blow is more brutal than the last. Seeing my mistakes slowly seep into the earth bearing scars that open now and then, each tells a different story I could really give a fuck if I ever win or lose. Your wounds become a part of you. They condone the real truth.
There's a conflict being fought, which weighs us down as we ignore it. You can taste it on our tongue feel it burning through our skin, solutions can take away the years, still it lingers in the air we breathe. Trying to escape the past each second sucks blood out of me. Forced to wear all my misfortunes Grow up like a modern man, still I can't find time to made amends. Such a hopeless wreck swearing with a spited tongue everything I gave out, I am getting back. When I die, I'll burn in hell. Resting in a bed of sins.
searching for answers but now seeing shit cutting through my burdens over and over again put these beautiful people six feet underground i waslk their roads spill blood though their streets i hate every one and every fucking thing this is my war
What a nightmare leaving home what a nightmare coming home pity humans the pathos pity victims the pathos What a horror seeing rows what a horror knowing their yours pity mission the pathos pity living the pathos What a notion of disgusting use people killing each other for no use
Among the wolves live tired sheep A match to fire in a thousand trees Try to survive without sacrifice Carry your emotions in the shape of a knife I have never felt so ashamed Behind closed doors is where i stay All the Pain i feel inside Willing to set myself on fire Shake the earth head through floor
You find things about yourself that you will soon forget. Counting old friends left behind a jaded mind to go with it, hated flowing through your veins but jealousy is all you feel. Mistaken from the start always wrong it never ends. You can never be in love until you learn to be alone, you will never miss those heavy eyes until you're left with none. You can never achieve true happiness until you hang your head.
that sad waking crawl putting wrinkles to your limbs moment eating moment present enveloping dealing with the changes let the crippling begin laughing with the aging fleeting from existence perennial fall turns the light out in me phantom pains all up my body atone to the slow ache inching closer to fate against the tide with my back to the sea passing is the nature of time beating itself out of my chest
fighting against generations of wrongs we have an anger problem spreading violently it started with a kiss from the mouth of a gun now we're cutting at our wrists spilling all that we loathe empty bottles with awful feeling keep my bad memories as my closest friends
stuck in the overhead there is no exit wondering around I am only living lost and found uncomfortable in my skin this is how it's always been I can't seem to make things right I can't seem to ease my mind more nothing than negative space never in solace only ill at ease I've disappeared
why are we feeding from the guts of reason? pulling the universe over our eyes I won't find answers finding myself can't find myself when there's nothing to find
Wretched feeling and feeling split gone into and around the back I don't have any feelings, only some of servitude cringing, crying, awake don't look at me or anything Volatile, simple minded, only sinking and deprived You know you're a mistake all of you feeling nothing but to take braking fingers, needing splints all of you, i don't like you, i don't need don't touch me you're sickening
opened my eyes my temples in strain pictures of strangers I've wanted to meet they aren't as real as the bones that I sleep in missing people that never went missing when I am real I look forward to living maybe some day I'll be a good person
Strict regards to all the walking dead soon you will be struck down. Your miserable appeal destroys the masses - wearing pretty faces filled with empty thoughts. I point my finger place the blame, I kill them off and cross them out.
The community
This community
Their community
Our community
Which community
Where's community
What community service
Fall to your knees, line your head in thorns. Gather the pure souls, turn the water into wine, build a roof of stones with holy hands, spit your venom. Fall to your knees to pray for the weak.
Excuse me Mr
Excuse me Ms
I got a problem
I got a lot of em
Are you right here with me
Are you listening
Do you feel similar
Feel anything
There's no relief for me
I'm just a person
I bow and bend
Afraid of everything
Just a citizen
I can't breathe out
I can't breathe in
I can't explain the state I'm in
It's getting harder
It's getting hard
hair of the dog and splitting unrest spending spare change on being depressed suitable prison for the bothered kinds happiness you're a... ? breaking down underwordly shame bored and dead swallow the mundane cracks in my palms washed from my hands alone with many vices spine is crooked to my neck, and mind a spiral staircase the morning is a strangle always roses at the foot of my bed
Welcome to some kind of breed, 'does this make you happy?' they got you working the machines, Mr. Grieves is shadowing new generations for the hunt millions of new minds to gut technicism is scary and the singularity no more analog for us, 'does this make you happy?' The moving principle means going forward without the drag of the modern world They had me wired, they had me tapped I lived on a grid, centered the map use to live on a salary, fed my guts to the IRS dropped out for an alter wage, sold my soul to the DEA started living a private life, away from the magnetic traps now they have no part of me, i'm just an obsolete thing The modern world is surrounding me The modern world is slowly burning
we have gone much too far humans climbing up the walls again a future sour to the taste the tears i rue roll off my face strive for peace but nothing has changed humanity is a crashing plane screaming words of blasphemy another year of misery
Can you help me out of phantom bay? This place is a vacancy stuck in figure 8 'where nothing ever happens' no one's ever late Why? Tell me why? The dullness is filling me I have to get away get this complacency out of me I'm my own figurehead in my own state Why? Tell me why the doldrums are killing me Hold my breath watch my mind sift away as useless as a compass in a hedge maze without a direction without a base Why? Tell me why dullness is filling me Living in the doldrums walking in the doldrums floating in the doldrums wandering the doldrums all day
Wait i'm innocent I can't afford to go back to MCDF now they got chained up to a seat forty more days and i'll be out again Heading out to main county jail back to j-mod and i'm on no bail a little bird sang now i'm left to this one bed, one sink, one cell Please send me back to the farm i can't sit here anymore in solitude i got to work these idle hands before i sink in claustrophobia Wait this isn't fair I have a faulty attorney that doesn't care while i'm staring at the ceiling he's fast asleep have to write to the warden get an early release
A never ending battle I have with myself that I call fucking hell. I live to die the American dream. Lying through our teeth and everything between. Do you turn your back, pretend you don't see, or open your eyes to the misery. Fuck... So here's to fucked up youth. Here's to burning lies. Here's to each fucking day that just passed me by. Fuck.
pack your fists full of hate take a swing at the world these kids stick to themselves carry angst in their words where will never be apart of this cursed fucking town so we stand amongst ourselves watch it burn to the ground burn to the fucking ground
come to reality keep you feet on the ground all i know now is regret nine months of shit how do you fake a fucking smile just to bury it hold on to your memories for as long as you can it might be the last thing you ever feel in her we might hold onto our grudges teach ourselves to forget burn bridge sink ships till the bitter end
Sick of drying up in the sun!
Sick of this island!
Sick of fun!
Sick of going sober!
Sick of starting over!
Sick of Black Flag!
Sick of Cro-Mags!
Sick of living!
Sick of the dying!
Sick of the trying!
Sick of the buying!
Sick of televisions!
Sick of telephones!
Sick of homophobes!
Sick of condos!
Sick, I'm sick, I'm sick,
I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick!
I'm sick, sick, sick!
I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick!
Sick of the GOP!
Sick of liberals!
Sick of me!
Sick of Obama!
Sick of head trauma!
So very tired of being sick!
I'm sick, I'm sick!
Sick, sick, sick!
I am sick!
I'm sick!
Sick!
Sick!
Sick, I'm sick, I'm sick!
I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick!
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick,
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick!
Sick of living America!
Sick of mass hysteria!
Sick of realism!
Sick of Buddhism!
Sick of long boards!
Sick of hardcore!
Sick of Catholics!
Sick of atheists!
Sick of police!
Sick of yuppies!
Sick of paying rent!
Sick of being bent!
Sick of hearing lies!
this promise you made is hollow is cold (I am the liar, civilian boy) leaving a trail of soft ridicule (I am the liar, civilian boy) I sleep with women I don't deserve wretched unstable vulnerable figments I become are unrelenting void in compassion premonitory: my satisfaction is selfish reward loving another is more difficult stealing and cheating and being a mess child in nature: so trapped
my heart beats in slow songs pumping moments through my veins waking up in empty beds walk through months of band mistakes give me back the life i had i really had nothing nothings better that a city full of lies that push through me in a burning building you're a loveless friend now i watch the clock now i walk on knives i got problems i'm a fucked up kid i find problems i'm alone again
How will we survive
They continue to ask
No one ever does
There's so much grief
In breaking for bread
Hysteria
All we've ever known
No birth without blood
No confusion without us
The book of nightmare carries the moan
Been sleeping in hotel rooms
Been finding vacancies
Tearing through the front door
Looking for a new place again
Hotel is home for no one to stay
The sheets pressed and folded
The room calm and black
Window is a blind shade
I don't kneel in worship I don't believe in a ghost I don't take kindly to judgment death follows me underground thunder and lightning protect me from god I won't be skullfucked by faith I am the upside down cross [x2]
Tell the doctor you have a bad life
You carry a knife carry a gun
Parents are white gaudy and slow
Fear is a house without windows
Call the police
Turn me in
When you go out you sit alone
Inside your head cemetery songs
I'm dying I'm dead
As love in the backseat
As heaven sent
