Picture a beautiful forest
I'm for it
Picture an apple as you core it
I adore it
Force your friend to keep in touch
Share a slice
Take a little give a bunch
Be nice

Ten foot tall titan talking in toungs
Hurry honey head home n' hide the young
It'll play your pineal gland like a puppet
A nap in the dirt forever? **** it
Long before your exposition you were already dead
Like a tumor it was nesting in your head
ever met a monster that would turn you into mulch?
That'll have you growing daisys in it's gulch?
Don't blame me or blame us, blame you.
Your delusions are no match for what is true.
One lies two lies three lies four
The monster mangles falshoods to the core
Leaves them at the door
Reality is not your drink to pour

Fighting for a feeling<br>
Freak my fur I feel a frost<br>
Fairly foreighn but familiar<br>
A feeling<br>
Feel me friend<br>
Funny and fantastical<br>
Fight a feeling<br>
Fighting for a feeling

get away with it
**** the allseeing
all omni in this or that sense
me and you have to go and get
any game go and bet
run with the cash and lay low
gripping on to every peso
all time low times on the way though
spring up and capture queso
hoarded like I might need that
don't touch that
stay off that i'm a pack rat
and toss me a kit kat
break it up  
get away with it

Another hot dump
another half pump
another old axe on the stump
drop it from the 36th floor
out the glass door
another apple rotten to the core
and i'm still caught chillin' on the shore
shopping at the stores
life moves on you keep up or move more
write it
ball it
toss it
just dump it.

Nothing means much from where I sit on a couch
Time's a cheap crutch if you're not living in the now
Two days before I die I might finally have a plan
A quick and easy three day plan

When the raiders ships hit the shore
Will you sit back because you set traps?
Or will the sight of sails shake your core
Though without permision you exist still the world insists you do your part
Whether pesemist or rich you have a job it's time to start
We all must earn the ditch in which we rot as another number on a chart
We're a dog pulling a load of thugs wearing golden chains in a shopping cart
The witness screams "He looks sick he needs a vet."
"Nah, he hasn't even broke a sweat."

Is a seeds first stem stopped by visions of a stump?
like a skater sent  face skidding by a bump
had I not heard of a camel and his ****
I'd think think dunes to be the doom of all
double dog dared I'm here doing the undareable
the other kids deemed it too daft
I deemed all else dull i'm apt
when they come to split paths they set up camp
I tried to walk a path and ended feeling cramped
forget about your human laws and ideologies
I never take a pause exist outside of all chronology
don't be mad at your alarm clock when you're the one that set it
time is ticking and they sleep through every second
or up all night with cold feet feeling peckish
I want the meat the antlers and fur coat
failure means to fuse in to the dirt slow
If it's good enough for seeds then it's good enough for me

The city is asleep i'm eating coffee beans like peanuts
lets clean the face up it's time to squeeze pus
The cheese puffs will please us
Me and the micro monsters in my carpet
Feed em, keep em, ride em down to target
Deodorize the armpits
Eyes like popped corn kernels peeled unpleasantly
I'm conscious for now and for eternity
Language is my currency
Cash transfers back and forwards in my head
Don't use debit never built up cred
So value me at what I said

failure never fails to sting
like a tiny birds new set of wings
when to the wind he fails to cling
mamma says just sit and sing
sitting you'll see other things
but how can I be satisfied?
how can I ignore the sky?
i'll take my chances with a cliff
to finally fly or end up stiff

I get called dog by women I once dated
I said I had a dog I ate it
And that's just the type of  world it is
broken bones from stones and sticks
I'm loyal when i'm told to "sit"
Good boy, good boy
Yet i'm starving and I have no toys
you promised milk you gave me soy

As the alley ends I see a sign
The neon glow of "WhAt It Is"
bright enough to trap an eye
brick walls and weeds on a street
holes in a fence and trash at my feet
alien graffiti I can somehow read
This city it bleeds this city it needs
I get to the doors I open them up
men dressed as shapes just living it up
"where are the nuestions" I say through my teeth
each one of their necks snapped towards me
they smoothly slide across the room
"picking bones is for dogs the beef ends with you"
I left and I felt followed

I can see the silhouettes of trees against the night sky
I hear the chatter of friends around the glow of a campfire
It might have been a lawn chair but I swear it was the drivers seat of the world
and all I love was riding shotgun
All this from the smell of a cool breeze on a  busy work day

Low lifes ******* on a paper bag just to watch the colors blast away reality
I looked down on those poor hopeless ******* like a preist at the lost
The buzzing and shaking was better than the cold sharp truth of a sober life
I can't say I know what a sober life is because i'm drunk on hope
I stumbled through life waiting for better times to be handed to me
Now I face the edges of reality and sink in my chair as I drop my head
I find myself craving the warm color filled curves of any drug at all
And you humble paint huffer
I judged too hard
I couldn't see the truth with my face buried in my own paper bag
I found myself craving paint
But at least I found myself

Other than the cost of pillows
Granite isn't cheap to chisel
Hammers will run you a fortune
I'm left depending on erosion
I was told that time will tell
Tell my time what do you sell
That I won't have enough to buy

Have another beer and show them what they want to see
It takes true talent to hold this much stupidity
And that same talent will take me where I want to be
It will only take time like the burning of a doobie
Keep your chin because i'm rooting for you rudy

Aware of all the dangers here I watch out
They're afraid of laundry day they wash out
When it's time to scrub it clean
We all split up in to our teams
The only path will trigger screams
And every trigger starting streams
Of blood and tears and rising cream
Come out on top forget the scene
Then do it all again

The creatures of this city dump their trash in to the streets
I walk the ally slowly peeling gunk off of my feet
A six eyed giant asks me "child what do you seek?"
At first I think of running but his eyes take turns to blink
"I seek that which makes my life worth a ****, I think"
"If it's something of that value, nuestions surely grabbed it"
"Don't they understand that it's mine so I should have it?"
"Nothing is yours until you go through hell to earn it"
"It is a part of me and I have done plenty to deserve it"

Vendors plague the city buses
Selling knock off fuzzywuzes
Push my way off at my stop
Harassed by one more cop
Is an ID really worth a ****?
When I just don't know who I am
"Here is a ticket sir enjoy your day"
"Great", I dip in to an allyway

The nuestions planted a forest of fear
I fed the forest fire like a feast for vikings
My path made clear by embers of passion
I entered the streets of tiperytao

Cornflakes with a double scoop of roaches
We ran out of fish sticks so i'm cooking up the goldfish
Satan drank up all the juice so i'm stuck with diet coke
It's too hot to drizzle olive oil, we're going up in smoke
The pickle jar is empty, someone toss it out
Barely eating anything between my every shout

I'll gladly keep the rope off my neck if it means I get another giggle
This glock will stay in the shoe box if you have a decent joke
The pills will stay in the bottle if my laughs get my beer belly to jiggle
Why traumatize the train conducter if I get a god sent smoke
40 reasons not to die
2 grams of hazy happiness
I'm busy looking at the sky
And soaking  in the emptiness

If the green of trees is here for me then why should I be sad?
If I never get to live a dream of all of those I've had
I get to see the sky ahead merging with the sand
So I guess I know the path to come can't really be so bad

The wonger wolves were wise
No match for my marble maracas
Sure they stood still as a sting snake
Quit stalling I have one question
Can a catacolumn create craterflies?
And as all amazing dreams do
It faded as I jumped into my consciousness

Celery sticks

Long trips totally call for trail mix
But I'll take those tater tots and trix
Too bad the TV is back in Amcher town
Bagged burritos aren't my thing
But those brownies bring a zing
Chocolate covered Double dipped deep fried sugar glazed gooey ooey cheesy crust cut off with chips on the side and an extra large party family size bucket of bubble packed extra half and half double shot caramel frappucola
And then the main course

Terrorizing twists and turns
Sickness in my stomach stirs
Hands massaging  heads that hurt
The scream of every nuestion burns
Head in hell and hell is low
Hopes are high it goes to show
I know the the things I'll never know

A warm day in Amcher
On the sweet and sunny side of the world
Still people find a way to be sad
The wonderful walls stay warm
Still it seems they slide closer and closer
All is well when I wait with my fuzzywuz
Until the nuestions came and took it

I can read the mind of my reflection
Sometimes it's worth being read
Always so kind and filled with affection
If he didn't say it, it wouldn't  be said
Why buy what you can make yourself
But you have to know where to begin
Flashlights and maps stay on the shelf
First love is love that comes from within

When they shake hands
He fills his pockets with his
let the sword steel clash
Forget that peace **** he's ******
Enjoy that name for today
By next week you'll be missed
Just like a snake in a way
It never asked for it's hiss
Rattles ignored
Turn to poison in veins

At this moment a have a tooth ache
Like a pop song ringing in my head
For 3 full hours give or take
I've sat and wished that I was dead
Oral anesthetic "extra strength"
These lies upset me to the core
A fantasy with lovely depth
Where I gripped with pliers and I tore
It happened like an std
Brought by carelessness and pleasure
And as I ask again, "why me?"
Four more asperin for good measure
Lord I learned my lesson let me be
**** me **** me **** me **** me
**** me **** me **** me **** me **** me

Still here
Jamming car keys in to door knobs
Lazy face against a cold, ***** door mat
Wake up
Heart beat in my head
Stomach all over the front of my Hoodie
House key
Dracula has arrived
Lights off and mouths closed
Thirst for blood but a gallon of water too
Laying in bed and thinking about my future as a (most likely unsuccessful) vampire.

I knew a kid that got shot over a couple lines of paint
Pill popping, loud talking type and mom thought he was a saint
I knew a kid that had his face changed
When his fate changed and his banging banged em up
Wasn't the type to run but he ran when they started running up
I knew a kid who got caught with too much although he did too much way too often
And the day came he over did it
I still wonder if he had enough
Kids with lives so broke they find a break in smoke and pills
But still Find time
For daily fights
And nightly thrills

You know I do apreciate
The friends that facilitate
Getting drunk
that's how I know it's getting late
Gimme some
Feel alright but going for great
Getting dumb
Im only here to waste away
Empty fridge but it keeps the beer colder
I guess I got em right where I want em

I'm in hell
Demons in diguise
Just hit up the cells
I see it in your eyes
You got grams to sell
I'm buying
Little bits of heaven
I'm sitting in the flames
I'll take it if it's given
Forget about the shame
Smoke a blunt then be blunt
I dull my minds blade

I got a call at 1:19 am
I was busy thinking about nothing
The dancing patterns in my carpet
Warm walls comfort me
I'd get up but my ***** white tee is heavy
One 19 year old kid staring at a carpet as his phone rings loud and clear over his blue tooth speakers in the middle of the day

I'll hold you like a drowning man holds his last breath
I'll hold you like a kid holds his favorite ice cream cone
I'll hold you like homeless addict holds his ****
I'll hold you like ******* teen holds his moan

Positive thoughts are like imaginary  posters, decorating walls of the mind
Couldn't find tacks so I put them up with nails, cracks in my skull left behind
****** up domes never made it far in life, neither do the paintings on a wall
Tucked up stones in the sleeves of my shirt, looking up at posters when I crawl

I'll be part of the masses that are shoveled in to the furnace
I'm not sad matter of fact I act as if I've earned it cause I have
I bust my *** and half the time come back with zero earnings
Not hard to lust over eternal sleep when you've always had trouble sleeping
Not hard to find reasons to weep when all you lost you planned on keeping

A windowless room?
Well that sounds awfully stressing
A man who went blind?
Now you're getting depressing
The wall lost it's colors
It looks more like a wall
You can't open the shudders
Darkness is now your all
I can see
Yet I still feel trapped
I am me
And I always feel strapped
Never not me
Can't distract me with a view
I'm alone
All alone just like you

We write words like a king has his lunch
Like a fiend buys drugs, because he buys a bunch
We take pride in our craft , like a boxer his punch
If we had a dime for each word that we wrote
And one for each thought we thought thought would provoke
We'd be so **** rich that none would'nt know it
And much more people would spend time among poets

If I had four arms I'd make interesting  snow angels
I'd rid my ear buds of infuriating cord tangles
Three cookies and cocoa
I'd eat all at once
I could only imagine
my incredible  stunts
There is so many things to grasp, feel and touch
It's safe to assume I'd ******* twice as much

Ants must wonder if I have emotions
How could I?
Ending them in one short motion
Ants must think i'm such a creep
Who am I?
Why do I stare so long and deep?
If a giant walked up to your home
And refused to give you time alone
If he smashed your city on his own
Would it not chill you to the bone?
Those brave little *******.

From the opening act you stayed quite in the back
gripping to blank maps and crafts under the dunce cap
Son you're hoping for facts, get a diet cut the crap
looking through stats mad you hunger what you once had
It used to be so perfect and yet nothing has changed
The treatment always urgent, the illness always staged

You raised a robot
Sustenance on tables and roofs over
metal heads
No need to feel alive just make sure they aren't dead
Plug em in to charge, later a fulfilling task
He knows what he should do, and he knows he shouldn't ask
If he's got what he needs why the **** should he complain?
Tried programming  his circuitry
You realized it's a brain
You raised him like a robot