I vent my frustration at you old man
After years your ears will hear
You screamed you tried
But it's words of a weakling
And promises made by a liar
Now you pick up that splintered chair
That was aiming for your head
5 Minutes Alone
I see you had your mind all made up
You group of pitiful liars
Before I woke to face the day
Your master plan transpired
Something told me
This job has more to meet the eye
My song is not believed?
A long time ago, I never knew myself
Then the memory of shame birthed it's gift
No more the small one, the weak one, the frightened one
Running from beatings, deflating
I'm becoming more than a man
More than you ever were
Driven and burning
Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks
As a child I was given the gift to entertain you.
But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you.
I drink all day. I smoke all day. I've done it all but tap
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons
All these Christians come alive and try to sell you
My soul for a goat, yet I'll outlive the old.
We sail through endless skies
Stars shine like eyes
The black night sighs
The moon in silver trees
Falls down in tears
Light of the night
The earth, a purple blaze
Of sapphire haze
In orbit always
I don't want you to look at me while I'm shedding
Skin. I can't afford for you to see what's inside me.
I'd rather shoot myself than have you watch me. I
Feel you'd steal my skin to try and wear me.
I was betrayed, one more day of my short life. You were
Carried away. You had no shame. To suffocate my being.
I was me, but you weren't you. You were sticking to me like
A scab...so I peeled you away, and bled for days. Then
Stepped out of myself.
Strength Beyond Strength
No family life to open my arms to
You'd say that my job's today, yet gone tomorrow
I'll be broke in a gutter
I know the opinion
A broken record
Fuck you and your college dream
Fact is, we're stronger than all
Throes Of Rejection
This is feeding what I am.
It's like salt poured into a deep, infected wound. It's the
Type of pain you really dig and long for. I've always been
Insecure to open up and show love. Some pretty girl with
Long hair, some bald guy writhing.
Rejection...The kind that's self induced. The tongue that's
Bitten through. The nauseating stab. Is feeding what
I am. A short fuse.
If there really is a god, then it's punishing me constantly.
Use My Third Arm
Enlight your sense of thought, of touch, of real, a shield,
An underground for this coward.
Building a blood in water scent. It's like some raping,
Boy in a pocket. Balls in a bag. Serve and
Protect you. His dick his gun, his brain his badge.
A faster way to kill them all would take too goddamn long.
Absorb through pores the great escape. Kill that fuck
To show him up. Equal his displeasure now. Stab his