I didn't sleep last night

Tossing and turning from another body count driven by a terrorist organization with no true goal then to cause mayhem

God take me back to the USSR

The statues of blue collared workers in the streets

It wouldn't matter if you were a carpenter, a doctor, or a farmer.

You were all on the same train heading to your families at the end of the day.

Take me back to the time people didn't profit off the water sold to the thirsty

Take me back to the day when people didn't drive a dollar from the sicks oxygen

By god take me to when a potato farmer wasn't spending more for his dirt then he was getting in return for his natural resources

I am *******.

The generation we are growing up in is being coddled.

Our hands don't need to be held because we are forming our own opinions that have been foreign to you.

We believe in what happened behind your door is your business.

Because love is love and we are all in this world together
  
Your generation has not always picked the best leader.

This time isn't seeming any different.

How can we appoint a man that isn't confident enough to show his bald spot and is forced to wear a toupee.

Well let me tell you something.

America is bald. And there is no toupee to cover up are **** ups  

We are not a broken generation we are just being shadowed by forefathers that set guidelines for a corrupt corporate government.

Sit the **** down and give us our voice back

Or we will pack up.

And go back to the USSR

God please take me back to the USSR

The party has been over, but there will always be those who cannot stop,
Not until the very last body hits the floor,
Not until the lights go down on cities we used to love people in, when the ash tray overflows out onto sidewalks that long for disease, to die, to be reborn, made clean, only to be soiled again by our fascination with them
We should have learned by now how to not ruin something by loving it
But where there is emotion there must always be casualties
I reconcile this with myself in the dark nights I spend painting landscapes of the street from the porch
I watch the summer wilt and fall apart, piece by piece, and my hands cannot dig a hole deep enough to escape the fallout
When I leave this place, all I will take with me are words,
And when winter comes I will burn as many of them as I have to to keep warm

I could never bring myself to judge anyone for what they do to survive

"Do you know why I stopped you?"
Do you wanna have a friendly chat?
Look at me, I'm just a nice guy doing my job, you can talk to me, you can trust me, you can confess whatever crime you think I think you just committed and that'll be evidence enough for me, you can go ahead and incriminate yourself and save us both the trouble
"Do you have something to hide?"
Come on now, why are you being so difficult? If you hadn't done anything wrong you'd have no problem taking more time out of your day than I've already taken to let me look around for something to charge you with. They say you're innocent until proven guilty but you're not doing yourself any favors.
"Cooperating will make things easier on you"
Ok so you know your rights, ******* congratulations, you're a regular ******* model citizen. You know what? Your rights are becoming a real pain in my ***. You have no idea how much more difficult I can make things for you. You think this is bad? You ain't seen nothing yet punk.
"We'll just get a warrant"
You think I give a **** about your refusal to consent? You have no idea how easy it would be for me to get a judge to sign a paper to **** your entire world up so can we please just get on with this thing I don't wanna spend all day talking to you I have quotas to fill.
"I'm going to frisk you for my own safety"
Keep your ******* hands where I can see em. You don't move unless I give the order. You made the choice to be difficult so this is how it's gonna be. You got a gun on you? You might, or I could **** you where you stand and put one in your hands after. What? You think anyone is gonna believe you after you're dead?
"We have someone who will testify against you"
Guess what? We caught some other poor ******* a while back, and he's willing to do anything to get out of trouble, so he'll say whatever the hell we tell him to. Do you get it yet? You can't win here.
"We can hold you for 72 hours without charging you"
I'm sick of ******* around here, I'm taking you in, and you are going to confess to whatever I think you should confess to. You are prisoner. You are ant beneath boot. You are out of options. I am the law and you are nothing. So go ahead, know your rights, see where that gets you.

The sound of the tentacles
Wrapped tight around my head
Fails to drown out the drone
Of the future, dead

Elating the meantime
The question ignored again
Does anyone know where
They really begin?

An answer won't conjure itself
A seed can't remember its fall
Every labyrinth distraction
A lost cause.

Hands that quiver and shake
Quickly in the dark
Grasping for poison
Among the shadows of the stars

Maybe the trick lies in
Lying to yourself
Like a snake who bites onto his tail
Swallowing all of its selves

Forming a circle from a line
Endlessly eating in ignorance
Till there's nothing left at all
No instincts to fail

The outside observer
Never makes the distinction
Between circles and lines
They grin and think

"At least it's not my life
I'll be just fine."

And on trudges the line
On goes the time.

True decadence envelops me
(No) Need to breathe
Floating on pillow seas
(No) Need to dream

Searchlights flash on, scanning
For the evidence
That this is real
Thoughts all scattered, brain
Tangled in labyrinths
This I feel

Swept away from the sands
Of experience, into new bliss
Falling down from the tower
I have built, just to start again

On something more beautiful
Grandiose gleaming heart

We create our own constellations
Spirits drawn into the clouds
Bodies burst from the pressure
Gravity pulls the particles
Stardust becomes marvelous
All is filled with light
The heavens birth delight

Some people want to be remembered
Others would rather forget
Some seek a misplaced grace
Still more drown in regret
But we're all smaller than something
Together, greater than anything
Alone, reduced to nothing
A single invisible suffering

Half-life static decay
Mental chemical waste
Earth bound grounded plague
Over-stimulated daze
Broken bottle haze
Acid rainy days
Tragic little plays
****** ******* maze

Everything's trivial
In the literal sense
That answers don't make a difference
And facts won't bring deliverance
Your life is a misprint.

So just keep crawling down the  road
And see just where it goes
No one knows.