Gutted and sold
Break through the mold
Beat up and ******
Disheveled, disowned

The feast of the plenty
Today we give thanks
We pray to our savior
Then drink from our drinks

The second coming
A forgotten disgrace
Why must we suffer
While others are safe

You butcher the words
That spew from your lips
The word of the lord
According to you

When dreams feel more real than life itself
You know you’re living a nightmare

I couldn’t tell you
What is real

I Board up the windows
So I can be free
I can’t tell you what time
‘Cause TV’s the only light I’ll ever see

Dopamine from endless dreams
No life, no soul, no way to leave
It’s almost like I don’t wanna breathe

…

Hanging from the chandelier
The noose and I are getting near
I’m fading out, I cannot hear
I cannot tell you if I’m here

From suburban homes
To the catacombs
Their parents have all tried their best
Yet kids live at their own behest

With long sleeves and short hair
They say that life is never fair
With allowance and stolen money
They run to a place that’s never sunny

A deal’s a deal
To break through the seal
The girls at the knife shop
Just want something to feel

The man at the counter accepts the cash
No receipt needed before the slash
They leave the store with smiles at best

Thinking the man could have never guessed

Adding to their collection
They trade and they sell
Adding to their digression
They confide not to tell

Business is booming
With scars always looming
The man at the knife shop
Knows just what they are doing

A century ago
The man would be an outcast
But now for the first time
He’s the last iconoclast

All humans perished
Through the ways of the last
All children slaughtered
The rest shortly passed

The belief that it’s wrong
To bring life to a place
As corrupt as the man
Who ended the race

He outlived the masses
With the wealth from his past
He oversaw every step
As the last iconoclast

I’m a changed man
I’m doing just fine
Just take me back
I’ve got nothing to hide

Then and now
Why and how
Now and then
How and when

Foolish little past
It gets in my way
All my friends
I must defend

Why?

I must defend
All my friends
Gets in my way
Foolish little past

How and when
Now and then
Why and how
Then and now

I’ve got nothing to hide
Just take me back
I’m doing just fine
I’m a changed man

The painter paints from the heart
The painter bleeds out for his art
The painter knows it’s just the start
The painter’s ink has missed the mark

With scars upon his arm
The painter carries on

The painter believes that he’s got time
The painter bleeds another line
The painter breaths another sigh
The painter knows he wants to die

Yet with scars upon both arms
The painter carries on

The painter no longer feels pain
The painter’s just trying to stay sane
The painter draws deep within his veins
The painter paints in crimson waves

Now with scars upon all limbs
He begins realize his chance is slim

The painter ponders his last piece
The painter plasters paper sheets
The painter lays them on the streets
The painter waits for his last feast

The piece is done
No peace within
The car did come
And finished him

Where did my vision go?
Or is this just what happens
When your eyes die?
From the inside

I'm so used to being like stained glass
People, they stare, but can’t see their reflection in me
So what do they see?

Am I unaware I'm unaware?
Or aware of something that isn't there?
I can't tell

Is there something in the air?
Or something that will tear?
I wouldn't dare

Could I be squeezing at gelatin?
Hanging onto the one thing
That’ll be my noose?

Am I so used to nothing
That some things mean everything?
Or is it true?
I wish I knew

Is this the price of rose-colored glasses?
Is it you?
Is it true, love?

No amount of change will fit you in
You’re unnervingly obscure
They’re already what you want to be
Yet you’ll never be what they want to see

Something is off about you
Only through romance has someone realized
That you’re a person too

And then all their faults become yours
And flawed is what you are
And you’re scared to look God in the eye

And you know what’s wrong
And you know it’s wrong
And you know you’re wrong

That’s why you’re repulsed at what you are
Yet you return to your own ***** like a dog
Just like that one kindergarten song

I view my actions from afar
A slave to weakness, I can’t defeat this
I feel trapped within a jar
And like a fly as time goes by
When the lid is open I cannot go far

I’m trapped by my own vices
Never told a soul
Pretend that it’s all okay
Just keep moving on

And again and again
I repeat, I repent, I offend
And I look away
Then back again

My body is a temple
A temple made of pencils
And the longer that I live
The duller that it gets

So I take out my sharpener
And press it to my skin
And if anyone notices
I’ll commit life’s greatest sin

If I were a pencil
I’d fill myself with led
‘Cause in the end
Graphite will pretend

But since I am human
I’ll have to wait it out
Or at least I’ll wait
Until I break again

The scent of the burning
The shock of it all
The man’s in the oven
The visions we call

Electrocution
In a tub of lost fears
We’re blinded by hatred
Yet still serve our years

The bestest invention
Since the slicing of bread
I wish I were happy
But now I am dead

It’s all the ideas
That rush through my brain
As a sigh in relief
I look back on the pain

A note in the toilet
A lock on the door
For if anyone saw me
They’d probably hurl

Once it’s plugged in
And once the bath’s full
I cannot give in
To this stupid life on an earth

I’ll give back what’s borrowed
I’ll release my sorrow
Tomorrow

I’ll submit to dictators
I’ll pray for my creator
Sometime later

I’ll forget you ever
I’ll repent however
Whenever

Whenever means never
Later I’ll be gone
And tomorrow I’ll be wronged
It won’t happen
Forever

As I lay my love
To rest upon my shoulder
I see a silhouette
Of when he is much older

Without a shadow of a doubt
I know he’ll suffer here throughout
And as for me, I’ll be in pain
Until the day that I’m without

I turn to him and say
“How can we live this way?”
He turned to me and said
“Just **** me instead”

And at his own behest
I lay my love to rest
Upon his ultimate beholder

Sacked and dragged to an endless room
Still awaiting impending doom
Thought I’d see a crazed old man
But instead the men in black, they stand

Shackled in chains
Mouth shut, duct tape
Dragged down in vain
Try to stay sane

They put me in front of an old TV
They roll the tape in front of me
They shot my dog for all to see

They electrocute me on odd intervals
They torture me as if I’m the evil one
They gain pleasure from my distress
Once blood dripped down
They say I’ve made a mess

I’ve done nothing wrong
I have nothing to hide
But If they won’t believe me
I’d much rather die

They want answers that I don’t know
They’ve gone too far to let me go
They’ll break my bones from head to toe
They’ll reap a harvest never sown

The trucker lives in commune
Their job is endless commune
Bringing goods to places
That’s more important than you

Sleeping on the job
Risking lives today
Nothing but a blob
A mindless little face

The trucker sees many things
Yet remembers almost nothing
For when he gets home
He is nothing but a something

On his last day of the job
He thought he would continue
But when the school bus turned around
It smashed into the truck that bound

The children scream
The products burn
Their faceless lives
They’ll never learn

On the Moon there is a crater
Upon which I stand
Like the crushed pale skull
Atop the last grain of sand

One small step for man
Too many falls to decide
It’s the undiscovered land
Upon which I hide

One giant leap off a cliff
In a park with a lake
Never once did I question
What’s left at stake

And the sun is a fire
Around which I’ll burn
It’ll outlast me
I just wish it ended on my terms

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?

Lock the door
Toss out the key
There’s one way out
But it’s not for me

Sometimes I lie in my bed
Other times I lie my head
Upon the windowsill
And I sit very still

Looking down
A million cars roll by
Looking up
A billion stars stand by

Sometimes I beg
Dangling my leg
Off the windowsill
I cannot sit still
I jump

Waiting for the crash
As I hit the floor
But for now
I wish I could have
Used the door

Looking up
The stars all frown
Looking down
The cars all drown

In pools of red
I guess I’m dead

I’m the only one left
In the prison where I’ve been kept

The guards are dead
My guard is down
And I’ve forgotten how to frown
Can’t seem to get out of the cell in my own head

I’ve found comfort in my cage
The gate is open yet I’m not there
I’m on the floor beside my bed
Feeding off the guards that were
Convinced to end themselves

I’ll wither with this abandoned prison
Like the captain of a sinking ship

Make a wish…
You’re already living it
Dig a grave…
You’re already digging it

Digging deeper with scoops of clay
Maybe one day I’ll drown in it
Make my way down the wishing well
Dig until I drown in it

I’ll scream but they won’t hear
An abandoned well, I cannot bear
I’d live but they won’t save me
Make a wish and wish for death
Deep within the abandoned well

Smashed my head into the concrete
Glad I’m not dead but I cannot speak
We still lost the game
Last thing I said was quite profane

I still remember everything
But when I speak there is nothing
Sign language no one seems to learn
I can still hear just no more words

Writing down all I think
Cough up blood into the sink
All I do now is I drink
No more words for me to sing

I get beat up
Without a word
Go to class
The teacher swore

I can’t seem to say
What’s on my brain
For there’s no reason to stay sane

I can’t scream when they hurt me
I can’t sleep without worry
I am left without a word
I am left without a world

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

They clap and cheer
As they watch her flames
To burn the witch
Is to become the same

Cheering on the looters
Business men cry
They’re glad we came
When the police arrived

A round of applause
For the newly deceased
They'll make it someday
But for now we’ll feast

Crying tears of joy
As the murders sprawl
Grab everything
And show off your haul

The apple in your eyes
Fell hard from a tree
And smacked into my head
Which drove me to sleep

I dreamt of there after
Yet my mind’s always captured by you
Let me let go
Don’t reel me back

In a life without gravity
I’d make use of my apathy
And drift away
Let the vacuum wipe me out

The world is my Dedalus
And the blade is my sun
I’ll fly high like Icarus
With wings that burn off

Let me land on a palm tree
In an island far off
I’ll eat my own limbs
And I’ll end in a scoff

I became one big snake
As my organs unwound
Before I let go
Make sure I kiss the ground