Life whats the cost, yeah whats the cost
Is it all I've lost, yeah its all I've lost
Keep the lights on, pay that bill
Where's the food gone, musta ate my fill
Lights on in the loft, food gone I'm growin soft

I grew up in the radiation of the city sun
Long work weeks and shoplifting city fun
Grinding gears and hamster wheels to run
Getting to the city maybe I jumped the gun

Wanted to kick it in style out of the wild
Got kicked to the curb and put on file
Put to work washing up a dish pile
Customer pleasing and greeting for awhile

Till my custom became scraping for greenery
Money fields where I toil lost a harvest to robbery
Green fields smoked it for miles burnin some shrubbery
To make my life smile for a little while then back to drudgery

And maybe I hold a grudge but who are you to judge
Lived my life harder partying in the mud and sludge
Lost my mind in the rain to a psychedelic deluge
Lived my life harder crying in the mud and the sludge

Even now that I've gone across the pond
And it all couldn't be further
My past still holds a strong bond
To my habits and murmurs

Life whats the cost, yeah whats the cost
Is it all I've lost, yeah its all I've lost
But I'm glad I'm able to grow fat and soft
Even if the past is still haunting this ghost

Free flow is a wild ride no goal or pride
No drive, I walk through with no guide
Moods wax and wane with the tides
Interests ebb and sway with nights

Till I slip into that choppy water
Another case of human fodder
Lassoed by the greed of the butcher
Yanked in undertow to the slaughter

Fish out of water panic and inhale
Alveoli drenched skin turned pale
I die as I breath unbirth the tale
Toxify blood with Co2 as I trail

Fray at the rope around my throat
Underwater choke under the boat
Hull just above so I can't float
Got painted with a blue coat

Bruised blue finger tips and lips
Washed on shore gather the chips
Zombies walk the coast for licks
Get those rotten green bricks

Use em to buy resurrection
An ride the turgid *******
Of life with no protection
Just to feel the connection

Life is overrated but its the only show out
By default rated highest number one it touts

I know I shouldn't touch the flames
But I keep reaching out covered in burns
I can't feel my skin
Tongue taste tin
I left my brain
So I'm right as rain

Right on time give me some change
Right on time can't you spare some change
I know, I know
I've really let go
But it don't show
The flames they glow

And I shouldn't put my hand forward
When it sparkles I'm fine being charred
Tired of tryin
Now its time
For fire and wine
Am I unkind?

Rude of me to offer myself away to the pyre
Not my fault that I'm burning your final wire
Hot to the touch
Unfit to be a crutch
I don't want to touch
You'll be my torch

I'll burn out and you'll catch the flame
But you still have our skin and our brain
You will feel pain
of the oil rains
On your skin
Change will burn

On time or too late I don't care I just know
That sooner rather than later I'm gonna go
Living life lighter
Gonna be brighter
I'm going faster
Won't last here

Who wants to live forever
Rather be spectacular
A spectacle
Unpredictable
Uncontrollable
Until I am unable

Progeny of sin                                                              ­                           Genetically inclined                                                         ­                                            I’m the next of kin

Ideal is in death                                                            ­                                      Apathy is in me                                                               ­                                                  I am losing breath                                                           ­                                       

Worshiping hollow hope                                                             ­                                           Pray to the self                                                             ­                                              Take a little dope to cope                                                             ­                         

Dry eyes, dryer tears                                                            ­                                           Cold blood, colder heart                                                            ­                                               Flat-lined mind,                                                            ­                        where are my fears

Leave me alone,                                                           ­                                          Help me please

Poems filled with different words but they feel repetitive
Words filled with different meaning but they feel repetitive
Mind filled with different thoughts but they feel repetitive
Soul filled with different parts but they feel repetitive
State filled with different beliefs but they feel repetitive
Country filled with different people but they feel repetitive
World filled with different walks but they feel repetitive
Time filled with different events but they feel repetitive
History filled with different tragedy's but they feel repetitive
Life filled with different cycles and they feel so repetitive

We write down the sadness in ours souls to cope with the passing
I write my sins I write my hate I write my sadness and its repeating

As a society looking the other way when did this become okay?
I think it was yesterday when we made our way from oversea

Came from the isles where they subjugated the whole world
Hate held in humanity's heart since Carthage evil we hold

I cant see a bright future ahead when our future is in our past
When I see everyone repeat the same mistakes only one thing lasts
The repetition of pain and misery in future, present, and past