Let's take this operation and send it south,
Where all the hopeless children go to rot,
Im a carcass with a soul,
An angel with no God.

You better stay inside,
Watch the sun come hither,
To destroy our purgatory,
Well, I say bring it on,
Show them I'm not afraid to die.

Let's take this operation and send it south,
Where all the sinner children go to scream,
I'm a coffin without a tomb,
A demon with leftover love.

When you don't know,
Which way's home,
Look to the sky,
I'll send you the bird,
With mischievous glee.

YOURE A VILLAIN
YOURE A VILLAIN
YOU’RE A VILLAIN
OH MR. DEAF MAN
YOU’RE A VILLAIN
OH MR. DEAF MAN

Call us crazy,
Write the slurs,
Every name in the book,
And he’s scared,
You’ve scared him now.

YOU’RE A VILLAIN
YOU’RE A VILLAIN
YOU’RE A VILLAIN
OH MR. DEAF MAN
YOU’RE A VILLAIN
OH, MR DEAF MAN

Find a home inside your hate,
Scream at us when we won’t break,
Videos to prove the discomfort,
Are now all hidden inside.

I'm gonna self destruct,
Drop everything and break it off,
Color my limbs every shade of red,
Make sure that you know I'm done.
I'm ******* done.

**** up
***** up
Calling out
Going out
Am I gonna get another chance?

Told you all my faults and left,
Insulted you and put you down,
I didnt really mean it but how else do I live with this stress?
This happens every time I feel pressure building.
So I tell you to ******* and I dip out.

If there has ever been a time for me to hide,
It's now cause the tide is coming in high,
Oh, mighty sky, I can't see through to the outside,
I see the walls, how they climb into a terrifying lie.

I've broken my leg one too many times,
In fact, it might have been exactly nine,
I'll thank heaven that I wasn't born a feline,
I'm a clever ruse hidden inside a fallacious disguise.

It's this pride I've locked eyes with,
I refuse to ever say goodbye cause this vibe,
My dancing shoes are on and I'm getting high,
Oh, wretched fright, I want to see inside your mind,
Do you trust me to go with the flow and jive?

Limping across the sand to the lifeguard's stand,
And within my hand I will find a land,
It's my land, my brand, an undeniable dance.

Write

Write

Write


Words

Words

Words


Where

Where

Where

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Worn

Worn

Worn


Write

Write

Write


Please?

If you're tired of the storm, like me,
Then come sit by the fire, by me,
There's stories to be told, you see,
He's not making the storm, the sea.

Tie your tongue into a knot,
You don't know the wars we fought,
While you searched the land for a plot,
We were lost deep inside the maw.

Your bones got colder and your blood got thinner
I see you've been cut so you're sure to bleed out,
All the while your eyes are dimmer,
and you are so much slimmer,
You don't have a lot of time until your light goes out.

You beg, "hush now",
Silence from the crowd,
You're wondering how,
You'll take your final bow.

You’re dragging behind
Dragging behind,
Your kids left you behind,
Slagging behind

Maybe if you were more kind,
The eldest wouldn't have left you behind,
Maybe if you gave him peace of mind,
The middle wouldn't have left you behind,
Maybe if you never commented on her outline,
The youngest wouldn't have left you behind.

You’re dragging behind
Dragging behind,
Your kids left you behind,
Slacking behind as you whine.

In time,
I know that you will find,
Karma loves to feast on the rind,
Of those who are purposefully purblind.

Get your ***** hands off of us,
Shove your prehistoric lips into the floor,
Rug burn up your paper thin skin,
Splintered your hollow bones.

Those two got a track record,
Here's to the brandy drunk uncles,
hooded back street lurkers,
and the bar top companions who go by one rule, "you snooze, you loose."

Thoughts and prayers, I love the savior,
Mister Joe, you've got our back,
Tell me what you have up your sleeve,
Next it'll be just an 'abracadabra' away.

Just fresh out of my teens
Now fresh out of dopamine,
Good thing I’m full on fluoxetine,
All my vacant dreaming scenes,
Cut, now, tell me what it means.

I’ve fallen in between,
I’m my own misery,
A breech delivery,
In all my holy glory.

Look away from my tattered rind,
Fell away, I’m naked and unconfined,
“Kiss my ***” tatted on my behind,
Is anyone inclined to **** the divine,
It’s all sibylline story time, in my mind.

I’ve fallen in between,
I’m my own misery,
A breech delivery,
In all my holy glory.

Red dots trained on my cranium,
Bullets full of lithium and ******,
Collapse inside the auditorium,
Shot down for hefty sums,
Go ahead and sell my lungs.
Sell both my lungs and then my tongue,
Come on lets go you ******* ***,
Sell both my lungs and then my fun,
Come on let’s go become totally numb.

I’ve fallen in between,
I’m my own misery,
A breech delivery,
In all my holy glory.

You’re right, I haven’t got a clue,
I’m chinaware and easy to abuse,
Deaf to every new break through,
Your worldview needs a peer review.

Beaten tender,
Return to sender,
Frail transgender,
On a ******.

You're right, I won't be here for long,
I'm moving on and feeling headstrong,
Sure I'll play along but I won't sing your song,
Without you, I've been redrawn, ripped up my lawn.

Beaten tender,
Return to sender,
Frail transgender,
On a ******.

The cops and my boot licking boys,
Start a gun show but no guns show,
We are the miracle that America so desperately needs,
To prove it to you here’s the constitution,
In the fine print we can read, “In America the white men are free,”

We will subdue your women,
We will **** all your liberals,
We will bless all the gays,
We yearn for the old American ways.

It's the third civil war, oh galore, all the gore,
I implore you run cause it's you I'm gonna come for,
Won't be a bore, no more, we'll settle the score,
More and more, I'll cut your bones you *****,
Populate the world with white hoods, preach the lore.

We subdued all the women,
We killed all the liberals,
We blessed all the gays,
We cherish the old American ways.

We subdued all the women,
We killed all the liberals,
We blessed all the gays,
We cherish the old American ways.

Put down the gun
Put down the gun
We’ve got you son,
We’ve got you son
You’ve had enough fun,
You've had enough fun.

Gunned down the store,
Modified gun, **** man,
Took a step outside,
Made it out alive.

“Let us inside!” They cried
“Let us inside!” They cried
The men in blue won’t abide,
The men in blue won’t abide,
Cover up the **** up, they lied,
It won’t blow over, they lied!

21 and under,
No need to worry about cars,
It’s your survival skills,
What are your exits?
Can you fight?
The rule-makers won’t give up guns,
Now you dropped to second in the food chain,
Arrogant white boys, they won’t die, so they’ll plow on.

12 years, we’ve been hit,
1,400 laid in graves,
Here’s to your souls,
Here’s to the kids,
Here’s to the families,
Here’s to the innocents.
I don’t know where you go,
But I hope you’re happy where you are.

I don't care where I'd be,
I'd take anywhere I can drop,
A typical person facade,
And take my heart out of it's box.

I'd lose my mind,
I'd lose my mind otherwise,
Soon, here, now I'll be giving,
Everything I got for the night.

Once it's gotten all out,
I better be a heaving,
non-breathing mess,
Untangled upon a ***** floor,
Non-burdened going further,
Than I ever have before,
It's what I've been looking for,
Years, years of non-concrete fears,
Pushing relentlessly as I'm near,
This is all I want to feel.

I'd lose my mind,
I'd lose my mind otherwise,
Soon, here, now I'll be giving,
Everything I got for the night.

I'd never be alone if I allowed,
For this chance to slip below,
I know I have just an hour,
The numbing pressure to cower,
Is so viciously overpowering.

The air is feeling quite tight,
Heavy weight on the shoulders,
All the eyes inside aren’t too bright,
Churning in an earth-shattering fight.

Must I write of every tragedy?
Does it accomplish what I want?
Or is it a selfish, eccentric perspective?
I don’t really care to correct it.

I'm the trouble in the air,
The monster under the stair,
Building myself an evil lair,
I know 'cause I don't ******* care.

You will never know the face,
Behind this killer nutcase,
Line me up and pull the mace
Maybe then you'll feel His grace!

Hang me up to dry on a cross,
Long enough and I'll grow moss,
It's a revolution I will cause,
Look out below cause Im ******* crossed!

You will never know the face,
Behind this killer nutcase,
Line me up and pull the mace
Maybe then you'll feel His grace!

I dare you to flee from this beast,
Cause I'll pull you down to feast,
Upon your ***** flesh, you ******* reek,
Tear you up, I have been unleashed.

I will know the face of God,
Uncover His killer facade,
He will beg for you to give laud,
Beg not, you'll lock eyes with a firing squad.

Don’t wanna be restrained to,
Allow for the politicians abuse,
Freedom from the celebrity ruse,
As I struggle with these hues,
Red, White, and Blue.

We’re like toys,
We make noise,
Bring them joy,
We’re easy to poise.

Grab me by my hair,
Throw me in the chair,
Scream at me, “It’s not fair!,”
You say, “You’re a burden I can’t bare.”
I’ll kick your teeth out, it’s only fair.

Life couldn’t give you a more silver spoon,
Sat up in your high chair, tightening our noose,
Drinking from a sippy cup, it’s alcohol abuse,
I hope you forget that karma is on the loose.
Cause we’re coming for you.

Half-dead brutes,
***** of dried prunes,
Master of child abuse,
You are the fake news.

Others will avoid,
You will destroy,
The bombs you deploy,
For the middle east oil,
Brainwashed toys are easy to exploit.

I can’t gain any weight,
I will never like my height,
I won't look in my mirror,
Cause there's bound to be,
This boy who's so incomplete.

Phasing in and out,
Picking at the yellow grout,
Taking a bite of raw trout,
Inside my tub, my hideout.

Sometimes I feel so real,
Other times I’m Saint Gabriel,
Sending letters out my tracheal,
The atoms of mine wholly immaterial.

Befriending a nightmare or two,
They are my disappearing purple glue,
Holding the sole of my irreplaceable shoe,
The padding inside is sky-blue powdery mildew.

It's funny you think heaven will let you in,
When all you've done is blame the sin,
Did He never say, "Love Thy Neighbor"?
I beg of you to do me one little favor.

Pull out your wholly rotten teeth,
Cut off your boot-licking tongue,
Cram your throat full with holy script,
And stitch up your quivering God-fearing lips.

Take just one swing, fellow sinner,
It'll just give me another good excuse,
With a few good kicks, I'll curb-stomp you,
Straight to Hell 'cause you burnt my fuse.

Pull out your wholly rotten teeth,
Cut off your boot-licking tongue,
Cram your throat full with holy script,
And stitch up your quivering God-fearing lips.

I don't fear your guns,
I just fear for you,
No, I don't fear your guns,
I'll count to three, we'll have some fun.

Load data onto my phone,
I don’t want to feel alone,
Wait for my dad, I’ll feel the tone,
In my boot while at school,
Catch me grinning like a fool.

All my teachers think I’ll rule,
But I’m really the dullest tool.

Screaming baby on haunted doors,
Cereal running off the store shelves,
Spectral shining house of solid gold,
Truth been told in the sight of the moon.

I want to know where,
I want to know when,
I want to know who you are,
Beyond what I’ve been allowed to see.

God said that similar traits aren’t friends,
Discordant houses won’t know the good end,
Old blood can’t enjoy their new blood,
Rub the face with **** and mud,
Show the puppy dog what's been done.
I call *******. Hit Dad in his dried up prune head!

I want to know where,
I want to know when,
Yeah I want to know who you are,
I want to know where,
Beyond the bird prints by your eyes.

Demon hauled out of yellowed plastic sheets,
Tailing Lucifer down to where it reeks,
Anti-heroes are full of rotten fun,
Devil pushes, I bid farewell,
Bulging grey pavement falls away and fades.

I know the game I played,
I know the pain I made,
I know the brains I plague,
You're helping a monster who’s defense is serrated,
Cutting talons and spikes still it seems he's hated,
A beast who'd prefer not to be.

I want to know where,
I want to know when,
I want to know who you are,
Beyond what I’ve been allowed to see.
At least I know you see me.

I’m a ***** little birdy
You groom my feathers till I’m flirty,
It’s funny cause you’re thirty
Keep telling me I’m “Purdy”
Just so mature
Just so mature
So mature, yes sir!

Just ***** inside and ***** outside,
It’s not mud ill truthfully confide,
Got caught, spider trap, cause you weren’t doing time,
Vampire bat bit my neck I can’t feel any limb of mine,
Tiny body of bones and red fruit punch liquid, oh yeah, you’re super pure, likewise!
Now I’ll show you something,
Yeah, I’ll ******* show you loving!

I’m a ***** little birdy
You groom my feathers till I’m flirty,
It’s funny cause you’re thirty
Keep telling me I’m “Purdy”
Just so mature
Just so mature
So mature, yes sir!

If I could. Oh, if I could.
Take my time, you stay tied,
Black chair, plastic sheets,
Floor to ceiling I’ll change the tide,
By the end I’ll bleed you dry,
Just for that, I’d pay the price.

Stitch your zipper lips up, pupper.
Ignorant ******, you *******.
Yes sir! He's like butter.
The toilet cracks, slip down.
He'd drown you, ******* clown.
What is found, your heart pound.
Construct your plastic empathy.
Scrambling frantically, thrashing fantastically.
Fish out of water, no sympathy for tyranny.

Assimilate this urge,
I'd do anything to purge,
This lack of assurance,
I will leave, I assure.

You work hard
To make this house a home
Then turn around
And break all my bones.

Come down through the mountain range,
Hop off of your high horse, he's been smoking,
You've been gloating and bloating,
Telling fables of how our house is blazing,
A nuclear family who's your pride,
Cause we are sticking by your side,
Glued-tight at the seams, turn on the beams,
The glare will blind our closest,
Is it worth it to not disclose it?

You work hard,
To give this house some gloom,
You don't care to see the children bloom,
Cause nothings worth losing your little kids,
You own us. You own our things, You own our love.
You own our home, You own our food.
Would you ever own up?

I am a stain,
and I am a saint,
I've never confessed,
And I swear I've lied,
At least a thousand times.

If you keep up with me,
You'll pray to the Devil,
And loose all your morals,
I will savor the fire He rains.

I will walk the lines,
That trace my pentagon,
Cause I'm a sinner,
Eating Christ for dinner.

If you keep up with me,
You'll pray to the Devil,
And loose all your morals,
I will savor the fire He rains.

A blight in your sight,
I will tempt you to Hell,
In all my lavish seduction,
A burning desire to do you.

Does it feel better?
When God points your compass?

If he were proven unreal.
Where would you go?
Would you burglarize?
Would you assault?

Would  you  ****?

I feel unstable,
Like a fairytale,
Walking home,
Driving home,
Flying home,
On my own.

Build me up from the bottom,
I was wholly rotten,
From the inside to out,
So blatantly incorrect.

                             "Just an unfortunate mistake."

Least I've got love,
Least I've got heart,
Least I've got a roof,
Least I've got food.

What if it's not enough?
Oh, I suppose it's not enough.

                             "Rotten monster
                                                         Selfish creature"

I wanna see the stars.
It's just so much to ask.

The world doesn't work well for me,
I work for the world but inefficiently.
Constantly crying and breaking down.

                              "Pitiful adult
                                                      Utter­ burden"

It goes on and on.
This intersectional conundrum.
It's me. I'm the problem.

I can see where I'm worth.
So It's not me that's a problem.

It's the world that has no step stool.
The people like me know what I mean.

Praying despite misbelieving.
Lord how could I work through this?

Might as well.
Or no.

What if it's not enough?
Oh, I suppose it's not enough.
Never enough.

Pick the pieces of me off the ground,
Then scatter them around,
Don't bother to sneak,
I won't ever know,
Cause I can't hear a sound.

The worst of the worst,
Has seared itself into my cranium,
Cementing itself as scar tissue,
An ailment that'll never fade away.

The best of the best,
Worn out and transparent,
Slipping away with every blink,
Poignant moments that have jaded.

Twist and contort my voice into something unrecognizable,
So I can feel something other than my own self-destruction.
A fortnight or two until I'm totally blue,
Water cast to fire just to satiate his primal desire.

I've got not much to walk for,
Nothing to run for,
Nothing to scream for,
It's all just a chore.

Carry me down my own obsidian path,
Leave you barefoot to slip and bleed.
Only then you'll see what it feels to be me,
Maybe then you'll hold me closer and tighter than before.

I've got not much to walk for,
Nothing to run for,
Nothing to scream for,
It's all just a chore.

Let me watch the sun drown in the shimmering lake,
Why do you always block the beautiful view?
Doesn't it make sense that I have stopped respecting you,
For all that you do, For all that you say,
How is it any stretch to feel so enraged.

"Come home"
"Come home"
"Come home!" she begged me so.

"I won't"
"I won't"
"I won't!" I told her so.

"You're mold"
"You're mold"
"You're mold!" he's shouted at me so.

"I'm already home,
At a place that I can fold,
Breathe without a head cold,
Where I own all my clothes,
Won't come back 'til he's been remold."

My dog is better than yours,
Bigger than yours,
Meaner than yours,
Prettier than yours.
My dog is better than yours.

I know so because yours cowers,
I know so because yours cries,
I know so because yours hides.

I am better than you,
On a horse,
Shirtless too,
Dominant force,
I am better than you.

I know so because you're weak,
I know so because you're broken,
I know so because you don't have me.

Fair to say I wanna be tall,
Standing 5’3 but I’m not picky,
I just wanna see over the forestry.

Sun setting over the suburbia,
Pale orange light reflecting into my eyes,
From shuttered windows on the second floors,
Golden hour just doesn't feel as right as yesterday.

Far outside of my point of view,
The president is a soldier for his country,
Kissed his wife and kid goodbye,
He says he might not see them tomorrow night.

Rain over, and over,
These bombshells falling,
Tears from the school and the orphanage,
God forbid, they fight for their dreams.

When your own people,
Surrender their weapons,
Cry to the enemies to finish this war.

Your reign.
will come.
To an end.

Blinded by a setting sun,
8pm on a summer night,
You say to me,
"My, my, look into those eyes."
Looking back at you is the sun,
His eyes are deep down brown.

Why won't you leave?
I'm begging, please.
Blinded by a marital dream,
Don't see the harm we receive.

Spend the midnight hours,
Rummaging through the old,
You say now,
"I could be free. Maybe one day I will be."
Looking down upon you is...


Wretched hands that don't believe,
Who am I to speak,
Except I'm the one who felt it,
Searing. Burning. Cutting flesh.
To the bone. Through the marrow.
Screaming till the throat is ******,
I know who I am but I'm not real,
An imaginary character to the sun.
Did I wrap the moon around my..
broken and bruised finger?

Why won't you leave?
I'm begging, please.
Blinded by a marital dream,
Don't see the harm you receive.

There are rats in my basement,
Crawling through cracks in the pavement,
I can hear their chatter, how they crave it,
Their hollow skins soon to cave in.

Join me and rejoice,
He will give a new vice,
One to see all the putrid sights,
We are all living blights.