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

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
Somewhe

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
W

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 in

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 callous

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 m

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 bre

The community
This community
Their community
Our community
Which community
Where's community
What community service
No one wants to be burdened

I stand before you
You who judge and persecute
All mighty beings Godlike
Decide my fate

Strung up and left to die
A lifeless creature who is worthless
Limp body, Soul desolate
I concede my fate
Is to die

I seek revenge
Upon the ones who purged me
I

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

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

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

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

Fighting against generations of wrong
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 bad memories as my closest friends

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

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)

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've gone away 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
Our bodies in a war knot tightening

My heart beats in slow songs
Pumping moments through my
Veins waking
Up in empty beds walk through
Months of bad mistakes
Give me back the
Life I had I really had nothing nothings
Better than a city full of
Lies that push through me I'm a
Burning building you'

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 people dying
Sick of the buying
Sick of trying
Sick of television
Sick of telephones<