My brain was ripped from my head
And all of my legends are ******* dead
Every day is just hollowed out dread
While me and my friends bleed
Parents sowed some bad seed
But ******* I got mines the creed

So I take my abandonment issues and shove it
Said I was free at least but I die if I miss a shift
And if I **** a **** then in half these states thats it
If I don't fit in then on the streets I'll get left
So maybe they say I'm not a slave but if the glove fits
I feel sick and I'm one day from making these tiles slick

One bad day from losing everything I got
It's not hard work its not skill its ******* slots
So run it fast and hope your lucks running hot

I can only cry in my dreams
I think I busted at the seams
No more appetite
I've become light
And in the night I hear the screams
Its dark its bright its blood on screen
Gonna need sunscreen for atomic rays
Gotta be cruel yeah gotta be mean cuz it pays
Least thats what the boss says but he's full of it
Yeah hes rich and I'm worthless but he's full of ****

My skin is uncomfortable why are you feeling so emotional
In third person he's reasonable snap back and I'm emotional
I need rest but he wants to **** the constable
He feels less but I want to fill it with cables
Turn the diode on and it feels so sensational
A ***** glass or two left on the table
Just pretend the drugs are inspirational

Bad thoughts so many that I get lost
I thought of something once but I forgot
Ghosts haunt my brain crawling like maggots in soup
I am a gracious host to each and every parasite that roosts
Feed them posts as they crawl through sites tying a noose

Smoking wax till the day wanes
Lights off, blinded to stay sane
The bodys out of frame

A desire to die in this fire
The pyre burns ever higher
I'm burning in this desire

Saliva in the wound fashion the blood
Salivate when blood hits the wood
Stake the woods with something crude

I admire the passion of the cult
****** psychos spewing guilt
Pseudo intellectuals feel the melt
Ice to water blood to salt
People scalped then fear the pelt

In the clouds hear the sound of a menace crowned
Proud people spread hate aloud and incite the crowds
Good people cowed no words and a blunted sword

Every day the righteous die and fade away
Well I heard the best way to live is to die anyway
Have patience then the prize will be some pay
Didn't realize that meant we'd be the ones that pay

I just want to **** my rage
Put two bullets in this age
But I can't find the keys to my cage
Got these needs chaining me with a wage
Emptiness in my eyes the void is a phage

It propagates from nothing
Springs from empty living
This police state is sickening
Its body is rotten and decaying
Can we euthanize the nation of slaving

I worry that progress is over
I worry that its now or never
And I worry that we will pick never
All while I clock in and work the levers

Living is so ******* incredible
It makes me ******* miserable
Always knowing I'm not on the level
I know its lame to be so cynical
But how am I supposed to be hopeful

Everything is buzzwords and clickbait pandering
I hope its not too foreword but we're all dying
And if words are stronger than swords then bloods flying
We know the times are trying and say bullets are coming
Viruses, diseases, and pathogens  all the same thing

Death cults on their side they fight so we all die
Ancient evils six decades old still grasping fading lives
They rule our feeble lands pervert our will as a nation fades
Some souls tremble and say this will be the end of days
Some souls shake and say they will ******* pay

Maybe I'm cynical by I say its just another day and they're gonna get paid
The critics will wax they will fade lives for cash thats always the trade
Tell me whats your wage you in the fields or the house do you have it made?
Just tell yourself atleast its not a third world like the ones we made
We get to feast while the poor are in famine now thats a trade

If your feeling optimistic then go get checked at your optometrist
I've been called a cynic but I really feel dead and pessimistic  
Always been a critic to curb the sickness I smoke it chronic
Words like knives and the cuts are turning septic
Anxious hives over what was progress is caustic
Patience leaves us desiccated and filled with plastic
The elders worship ******* and fascist isn't it tragic
Currency fetters us wagies compliance tacit to magats
Urgency after the page is riddled fully automatic
Solvency under law since the Ritten word became tactic
Theorys get bitten from a foxes tale ripped from static
Its a habit of cult classics like Catholics oppressing hicks
We sit in this death cult around psychotics or rock the ship
Have to prove good and antibiotics can still cure this ****
Or face terminal loss and watch our kids eat the bullet

Being alone its just like home
On my own thats just how it goes
To live my life most lack the stones
Bleeding out I'm losing it slow

Everyone's alone guess that's home
On your own that's how it goes
To live your life most lack the stones
Bleeding out your losing it slow