Bring me the bottom of a bottle.
Any old dusty, decrepit glass will do.
Stiffer the poison the better.
I've run out of ways of spelling s.o.s
and I want something real to last.
Love comes when you least expect,
but I've long since given up
and haven't found it yet.

Aren't you proud now
I've swallowed all my pride
so you could say I was full of it
It tastes like whiskey or wine

I want more of it, but
music no longer moves me
and their words float through
scratching an itch that just isn't

Hello, can you hear me,
my dearest echo chamber
The game was fun, but the rules,
the rules I no longer remember

She's here with the longest stare
tapping at the glass without a care
For a second I would of sworn
since getting old I was still alive

No questions. It's head first.
The world's a chess board
and I'm just tryna get to expert.
You can't capture the castle,
that's not how this game works.
The moats filled with clones all
too eager to take ten on the throne.
Control ain't about wearing a crown.
Patience is a virtue, woodpusher.
The race ain't over 'til the fat lady falls.
Don't tiptoe past the unknown,
grab it by the throat and tear it inside out.

Let me put down the kaleidoscope.
Okay, I could plagiarize the moon
and they still wouldn’t give it a look.
I could literally hand them the sun
and they’d be there looking like,
"Are you ******* dumb?”
As a matter of fact, yes.
So that makes sense.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah. The rain.
It was there in the trees
beneath one dr0p-
my beloved bliss.

I sold myself as an ocean.
Sailed it til I was lost out in the open.
I wonder if it's cause I thought myself brave.
The waves seem to sink beneath the days.

I only hear the dead.
Only grieve The Never.
Possessed like specter.
Melon working like a piston.
Ignition. Yeah, It's a weapon.
Boom but bigger; think destined.
Mutant to these silly humans.
Beetles bejeweled to a windshield.
Equal to a decal, now just how does that feel?
Best to kneel before General Zod.
If not, it's the drop top, Cogs.
I could swerve outside the lines
and still stay on course.
I'm like an astronaut to the horde,
casting lightning bolts when I'm bored.
My crown's adorned with worms,
best believe I feed the birds.

The Destroyer of Worlds reduced to a verb.
I'll swallow my tongue to entomb these words,
and down beneath that crooked oak they'll stir.
Check this, he's a menace entranced by ***** little pendants,
obsessed with vengeance like Khan on injections,
and sick to death of these meritless contestants.
Tremble before his temple bearing nothing but the essentials.
While the peasants peddle pebbles like life lessons
he's off to the heavens in a vessel freshened for the devils.
His friendliest is an exposition against his pension.
Expressions like weapons so he aimed em at his reflection
then pulled the trigger with inimical intentions.

Harvest the honeybees;
Pluck their budding wings and
place 'em at his base for all the world to see.
Topple the God's that took away our sheen.
Park your disobedience in a bucket of Soylent Green.
Climb the pyramid scheme with a gut full of gasoline
then scream, "A kamikaze ain't got a ******* thing on me."
Regurgitate your dwindling dreams all over their Dramamine.
For ****'s sake folks, they took Morpheus and fed him to the sea.
Sorry, but the subroutine's got me itching for an inch of breeze
and the Machine Queen next to me is pressuring me like a submarine.
It's touchscreen feelings meets a world that wont stop bleeding.
I'm sure the regime's got their fist's full with antifreeze from the
last time they marched quarantined sardines to the guillotine.

Praise Prometheus.

Black hoodie, half woolly,
stuck prematurely playing hooky.
Born with a ******'s book
like I was Chuck trying to cross the brook.
Cross your wood then look
to the words left carved in your mood
and ask yourself if this is something
you'd wanna pursue like glue.
Clutching questions in your palms
like a *** begging for a lesson.
Not me not I, I'm a certified deadbeat for life.

I heard the dreaded Devil's hour grew a tongue
to call and taunt his name, but rings like steam in vain

Dilapidated hooves ooze aimlessly from out the cave
like calcium cracking forth unto and through the waves

Fresh against the pave they split and fray
Fresh against the pave they put the grit in grave

There's always gonna be two sides to things so we
play on swings and make believe we're in between

He's backwards - impractical, practically
snapping from the woefully composed laughing.
He's properly combating the raft of phantoms
bathing in his atoms; at least that's
what he tells himself when the
rabbit breaches the furthest fathom.
It's a rerun he's now seen some obscene sum.
The captain is a mad man and refuses to fasten the cannons.
Life lines turned into talons and punctured his rat lungs
leaving him breathless in a land of gasping rascals.
There's no need to speak when factions keep acting
like fractions; can't you see that classes are shackles
meant to keep you distracted via splashes.

Backbone - methadone,
live long - die young
Taste the honeycomb
never mind the buzz
We're all chum waiting
for the sharks to come
I'd swallow my tongue
if the words would play worm
for my mockingbird
but I know I'm one stone throw
away from being broke so
I'll avoid the phone like I
forgot how to be grown
Torn between mastodon and prawn
Someone take me home - chloroform
Firstborn - I'll be the last gone

I've idolized for some time now
the stone altars which lie numb
Countless sums found their way to zero
for no other reason than to become some hero
Maybe I'm just ******, but something tells me
I'd treat that **** like it's my do or die pillow
I can hear the beat of their drums
running a marathon towards my tomb
Help me help you
I bleed dumb, I bleed young
take me before the night comes

Lock me up and throw away the key
It's kind of ironic the way red compliments
the rocks only when the sun is hung highest
Death to the tyrants I will not be silenced
I'll constantly ***** this corrosive lifeblood
til it crashes 'cross the cosmos like some defiant comet
I do not need a realignment my mind is it's own climate
and I'll keep heading for the highlands
like I'm climbing for the brightest
Forgive me, I'm just farsighted and this here island
looks more like a diamond than confinement

I've died a thousand times;
crushed by rain and everything in between.
Check the drops they nestle my name.
And like a million guillotines
they've set me free.
Crown me King.
Take my dreams.
Make me think.