Bent truths
You win, you lose
It ain’t you
So go loose

I’ll bid it all
My house and my cars
My family won’t love me
If I come back with scars

When I lose, I count down
Count down on my arm
So that way I’ll know
When I’ve gone too far

Sleeves of sorrow
Drenched in blood
You’ll never catch me
Disowning my scars

You’ll win it all
Says the man in the suit
Just stare into these eyes
Or you’re gonna cry

Your wrongdoings are manifold
Your recklessness is as it’s told
Your nothing but dust and mold
Your brain has taken its last toll
For you will be punished

I’ve never hurt anyone
Who hasn’t deserved it
Now that I think of it
I sound just like you

I went out of my way
Just to stay sane
Get out of your head
I’m better off dead

In the blink of an eye
I’ll crawl my way back
It’s only a matter of time
But it’s still not enough

You want me living
In a cage in a zoo
Filled with wonderful people
Who are just as bad as you

Bendable
Expendable
Dependable
Surrendable

“X” marks the spot
So go run and hide
I’ll press the button
And you all will die

Contradictions
Distinctions
Starvation
Of nations

“X” marks the spot
The spot where they died
The bomb that you blew up
Had nothing to hide

Innocence
Deliverance
Malevolence
And violence

Wish I could move on
Just move beyond
But I’m stuck here
And I’ve got everything to fear

Traffic in a dim lit city
Some call me a ****** kitty
Just tell the police
They’ll know exactly what to do

No names only faces
No thoughts only laces
Drugged into the dead of night
Wish I could take off in flight

How long will this go on
Until they don’t want me anymore
I’ve gotta be useless someday
Someday they won’t use me
But when?

No respect, no dignity
All neglect, no decency

Spent most of my days
Wishing I would go away
But I’m trapped in this maze
And I’m here to stay

Bruised and burnt
I felt no shame
‘Cause I’ve always known
I’ll never change

My hatred runs strong
I hate all that I’ve done
I’ll always be wronged
‘Til I sing my last song

No decency, all neglect
No dignity, no respect

All for the self

He walked across the crosswalk
With a cane in his hand and some glass around his nose
He didn’t look both ways
He died

Even though he was deaf and blind
Although he really should’ve looked both ways
Because if he didn’t he could be still alive
But yet he’s gone

It’s not the fault of the vehicle
Or the company that made it
It’s the fault of God for making him blind
And his deafness was never so kind

Correlation is causation
Causation is a myth
But that doesn’t mean that I am wrong?
Or does it means that you’re not in it?

I have forbidden thoughts
I want to act on them but won’t
Does that still make me wrong
Or am I just as bad as them?

I plead not guilty
Because I never did it
But am I still wrong?
To want to admit it

Impulse tells me to do things
I’d never want on my own
But the longer I hold back
The harder it gets to forget

Forbidden thoughts fly in my head
Like a fish that jumped the fence
Flush the fish and flush the thought
That you just killed another one