My hands hit the leaves
As I play airplane to the humming noise
Those invisible cars had run me over
Here I am again
I'm spent

Those invisible cars had run me over
For me to grow so much older
I am the flattened out boulder
I am too much of a widow
To be spent (Oh, Lord!)

If I ever had stood there for too long
Maybe they would have shooed me off
Set out my wings and spin my propellor
Become the pilot of my own choices
The head full of voices . . .

. . . And I'm spent

Can you cure yourself of being a *****?
May I **** you if you cannot be cured?
Your boy is a starving pilot
Who strives for another let down
Will you bring him down again?
Will you bring your brother back?

Guess I gotta find out who I want to be
But you know it’s a lie when they say you’ll know what to do
At the age of twenty three
In the next twenty years I’ll just be another John to the corporate ******
Hell, I’m already am, but just still half-awake
Dependant on the food and drugs, and the Ministry’s shortcake
Find out who I gotta be before I’m dragged down the Gov't pie-hole
Guess who I am right now, just a sad and confused *******

Bounded by all of whom guide me
Guess who I am guess who I am
Bounded by all of whom guide me
Guess who I am guess who I am
Bounded by love and its bounty
Guess whom they are

Today’s the day, today’s the day, I call in sick
Give myself a warm bath and play with my ****
It’s called “stimulating”, to those who don’t know or don’t feel
Give myself another twenty years, and I’ll have nothing to play with
But bare with me, there’s still time, there’s still a chance; some kind of retribution
I grab my Phillips, and shave her down to the woods, an open landscape
I’m an open book now, and I’m singing to myself as I go against the grain,
I punch in the info, stroke my finger down the list, ask who's to blame
Eureka

Bounded by all of whom guide me
Guess who I am guess who I am
Bounded by all of whom guide me
Guess who I am guess who I am
Bounded by love and its bounty
Guess whom they are

Today’s the day, and so I grab my pliers and duct tape
My hunting knife, my hunting bow, my hunting clothes
Dressed for the ****, but smiling like the loonies who broke into the Whitehouse
Today’s the day, a redemption song, I found me a ****** to lynch
And I found me a ****** to shoot, as I say goodbye cruel world
Hallelujah, God bless my sick little show
Caught me a tiger by the toe
And if he hollers, I’ll let him croak
Onto the next one, I’ll make him choke

This is who I am

Stray dog bites the fleas & barks at the buzzard voice with no decision but to wait for the next gesture. Jester can't see why he's lost the leash but the owner is found better now -- much more tamed for an eternal suffering; it's no longer a frothing mouth full of the doomsday within. Barks at the bees, and they shine their stingers; they are karmic bullets of love from a sensitive ghost with no reserve. reserve. He is not there. you put him under the sink , in the disinfectant bucket; you can't cure his rocket fuel habits, but you can pretend he isn't there.

The tick behind your ear isn't going to bring you happiness.

The temporary shoulder to cry on
The loving attention and support
A temporary happiness
Willing to extort
He's crazy about you
And it's only been a week
"I'd do anything for this girl"
So redundant, so ******* bleak
"I'm in love with her!" he shouts
And it's only been a week or so
He'll carry on the big burden
But does the love really show?
Drunken drama queen
My life's bags are still on scene
They're hiding away in your closet
They're staying there like the leaky faucet
Don't burn the bridge, my love
Don't let it burn
Come back at some point in time
Don't let it burn

crumpled ticket in the pocket with no time on the dime dim lightning struck breaking in the best of kin a win win i cant do this tear slice shred swear it's a shame no sweat but fame the pressure builds up bogey blue bragster's mother-finnicky ******* **** ive found it ive found im hidden im hidden the gem's locked away rub one rub one rub one tug one tug one tug on zing we have a winner the shadow is cast the stars are alligned which match my eyes liquid pouring down fast on down the runway time to fly and catch the sky my time's not wasted but im wasted space look at me try try cry no river no stream no end just the fairly odd lookalike best of kin coddling crast dancing jigalow on the gallows pole

It's cool and cloudy in our backyard
The trees are now empty
I feel helpless since they left me

I'm cold and quiet and very scared
I want my parents to come back home
Where are you mom, where you are dad
I feel alone

Ryan and I, we are waiting for you two
The cold *** of coffee is still full from this morning
It's empty though

We are searching on a cloud
You and I

You and I
We see little ants in a big crowd

We will ponder above them,
While they try to be found

You and I,

We talk about our friend who isn't with with us
Who thinks of his friend
Who is not with us

We'll cherish the artificial heat for that man
Embellish his soul which aspires to smile

For he is not a man
But a child with a yearning past
A useless smile

His kaleidoscope jazz
The enigmatic trance
Of illusion, he dances

Be stirred, for he is a sensitive boy
He is shaken, and don't be mistaken
We love him to death

And comedically dark chaos is, oh such fun

Take turns on this cloud
And let us be taken
Half humble
Half free

We are the cream of the dark sky
And the sailors delight in the red, fumed night

Don't be so analytical

And rest your eyes darling

And you will still be awaken

When your head touches the pillow

We will still be awake in the cloud

Having *** in our cloud

We were walking around at night. We came across these apartment buildings. We broke into one of the ground floor tenants. This guy and girl broke in from an outside patio; a real nice metallic fence on the patio with intricate shape patterns. So I wait around the building and then I hear banging from the window. It sounded dreadful. I ran away, scared. They're probably dead because the banging was so forceful and frantic and urgent. I run back to my own apartment. I live on the highest floor. I take the elevator, and as I get out I walk past K. He says "Hi" to me. He goes into the elevator I was just in. He leaves. Something is not right. I walk into my room to find clothes lying on my bed. These were the clothes of my friends. I now see the flashing blue and red lights outside. The police cars are outside. They have surrounded me. My friends have been ***** and murdered. I see a black car pulling out of the parking lot. K is driving off into the distance.

I should never trust K.

My therapist tells me to blame everything on my loved ones
My loved ones think they are my therapist

I think this is all a sick joke

She tells me I'm no longer funny
I think she lost her sense of humour

I think this is all a sick joke

**Sick Joke.

You are free once you are stripped of your privilges. You can see after your time in the darkness. With a piece of mind you can still find the time to enjoy the heavy rain on flat ground. See the aged and delicate swim with their pink umbrella. See how the dog is still tied firmly to his leash. But not held captive to the things you mistake as luxury. The sonic boom will wake you from misery. The company owns both friends and foes and all that stand in between so meaningless and futile. Sharp smiles, the dollar rises. But murky bodies forgotten, float down the Nile.

I'm too lazy
To go out of my way
To make people happy

Scraping the dead frog with my shoe against the grit
I'm laughing and you're screaming no

This is how it is and this is how it ends
So let's **** it up and make the world a better place for us

Let's spew  the devil's words to the sour crass people
And our grains of sand fall down the hour glass
Let's ******* waste them, let's spill their guts

You've recovered from your subway *****
Let's do it all over again shall we?

Let's play hair gumball on the spiders' large jello sac morphing
Into convex pudding

Smack the sac pinata smack the living
**** out of the blobbing annex

Chit chat shallow shat and we're alright
Kissing bark while you give me a lecture and I'm thrilled then
And now I see the forest's hunchback hissing at us to
GET OUT

No more wise-*** **** but just one more errand though
And so, we leave a cartoon death threat at his door step

You're all fools, you know I'm right
You just don't wanna see it
You don't wanna deal with it

You tainted my beer, painted my name
A new colour of thinking

Outrageous codswallop
Infamous gossip
Destructive worship

I don't struggle to sit on the outside
Just to melt in the rain
I have a tolerance
I have a conscience
I have a condition

You're all fools, and you know that I'm right
If you don't believe me then just read my
Holy scroll that rests atop
The mountain of Timbuktu

You'll spit a taste so vile
Villainous beliefs, total nonsense

But I'm a copper skinned fool
Who thinks for himself
Deal with it

You go on keep reading the ****
From the Masses
Hope it's a hit
You mindless tail
Swinging off a
Gutless *****

why are you always mean to me when im not around
can't you see really that im just a clown

because im lost, im a lost cause
and you cant find me home

It's dancing with the crystals
And I look at you but I don't see you
And then I look the other way

I've been walking past the same dinosaur ******* a dozen times and it doesn't bother me. What bothers me though, is the threatening message that is faded and smudged out in the bathroom's handicapped stall. I can barely read it saying "Carl something, I will find where you live something something. Above the message reads a cryptic proposition: 416-818-9120 Jay. What kinda sick fun could the number propose.

As I walk out I see the extinctee's gaping cavity release nutrients for the thirteenth time. I feel like someone important in some kind of cerebral movie; especially the fact that I've found a newly discovered purpose in my life. As well the clothes they have given me add a prominence of flare and swagger. My friend catches up to me asking about something, I don't really hear him. I find a pay phone and punch in the digits. The phone rings but no answer. Disappointed, I walk away, but the phone then rings. I pick it up and hear only heavy breathing. I don't know what to say. I say nothing.

He then says: "This is Jay."

He spares me the details and he or she tells me to meet him at the Slovenian BLED HALL.

"What's there?"

Click . . . I ruffage through my bag for a change of clothes, I don't know why -- a muscle shirt and sweat pants with lobsters and oranges on them. I leave the duffle bag. My friend and I jump in the car and pin it.

On arrival, I see a dirt path that leads us to a white church in  the middle of a stray field. The paint is chipped off from harsh weather, windows are smashed, and brown is smeared on the front porch.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this" my friend says.

I ignore him. I walk up the sticky steps and open the creaky entrance door. The room is filled entirely with candles, ceremonial red paint cover the walls, and my friend has only a bad feeling about all of this. He wants to leave.

"You shall not leave" the voice of Jay echoes.

"Who is that?"

"I summoned you. You shall not ask any questions, and you shall not leave. You with the pants. I want you to undress your friend."

My heart sinks. I have no choice. I feel a dozen other men staring at me behind the darkness, their daggers pointing rock hard at me. I feel like I'm in a gay ***** film now. My friend starts to sob as I undress him. Shut up, you'll be fine. He is shaking, his mind in shock. The cauldron bubbles at the end of the room. I know what must be done.

We both stare down at the scolding hot ***. He's literally begging me to change his mind and it really gets on my nerves. I throw him in head first. His scrawny legs dangle upwards. He pops out, holding his burning face, his guttural screams echoe the chamber. One of the men hands me their dagger. With one swift and easy motion, I slit his throat. His body descends, his life no longer a struggle, he is now simply being cooked. I hope these guys don't try to **** me.

A dozen blue orbs visible from my view
A phenomenon of fear and fascination
As I was just riding along, the glowing moons had put me to stop
The night sky shot streaks of blue light down at the earth
It is too early for me not to live, I must live
It is undeserving and unfair to be struck by this phenomenon
The other planets hate us, so we must come to an end

Silver and gold
To save our souls
To save us from the debt
To save us from their pain-staking agenda

Silver and gold
I don't want it anymore
Faces on the coin I resent
All their pride lost in the national anthem

Conniving tella-tubby ****-head cuntbrain
Stupid fat cuntbrain who bleeds out seminal lies,
I'll bleed you, a new **** in your brain
My knife in your ******* head

I'm called crazy but I just sit back and watch the act
The shot to the mouth is the sign of a hostile compromise
A sick twisted envy broadcasts deception into the pit of my stomach
It boils with hot gastric sincerity
A slow linger of anxious bog settled with indecency
The attention craving singulars throw me into the fiery pit
Almost composed, I dread my held patience with a static vein stemming out of my lobe
Unwanted friends stir me into ambivalence
The devil tells me to ridicule their faults and flaws, alike my fully functional conscience
It's hard to see my bigger person but he's there with his list, shaking his head and telling me I am right
Brimming with rage I am told to reveal their ugliness; strip them down to their flesh and bones with a wax Carver and humiliate the vulnerable ego, which coexists in every living, breathing and selfish waste
To ask how it feels​ now is an enduring moment for them and their self-interested pursuits
They are now feeling from me and not from themselves
They are drawn into a self pity I had handed to them; treated as a raw strange delicacy
The ******* can all shrivel into their newly pivotal grave
My one and only lesson I favour to give to those shrivelled, now-benign *******; to them a ****** so unfaithful and sacraliged​, it is the most unbearably important stake in the heart that they have learned

When I had fallen off the horse,
I could say it was a blur, a blur of a thousand drinks
A blur of two lost lovers holding hands,
LOst my beer in the sand,
She lost her man

Cause I'm a drunk,
and nowadays country music sounds so hurt!
it seems as though
it seems as though
it seems as though
The horse kicked me good

Drunken flashback to the summercamp,
We're talking and laughing under the sun
You smile at me, it's just like country!

Cause I'm a drunk,
and nowadays country music sounds so hurt!
it seems as though
it seems as though
it seems as though
The horse kicked me good

Fast forward to me being a drunk,
I only hear rap-country on my *** walkman cassette
Where is the country and where is my beer, it's all messed up
I can say I've missed the Country Western Days,
I can say I've missed it

The touch of cold metal, and I fall into a careless trip
It's not the people that scare me,
It's not the noise, it's my own being and it's my choice
I don't know why but the dark, cloudy place soothes me
Her voice soothes me

The touch of nothing soothes my being
My only being seeping into nothing

the victims come forth, the victims stand down; the innocence shamed and shunned, and the rapists come out from the shadows with some who still linger behind in their menacing twilight.
the actions are irreversible; so the complaints do nothing, and the consequences are a careless wave of a hand

The place of dreams and destruction; of the glamour and grotesque
Hollywoodland is a deep, dark secret in disguise

I walk in a Government-official building, I know that there are Free Masons scheming below the ground floors, and pulling the strings from above, watching us below

Monsters with masks at rich celebrity house parties behaving the way a mentally balanced society would deem atrocious. Let's wait and see who else is going to come out from the shadows.

Alone, you're waiting in the screen of blue
Waiting for something to happen
You yearn for something new

In the screen of blue
Something might happen

You may be there at the right moment
From blue, it is turned to red
Your feelings may dread

You may not want to be read
But that's all okay

Because in the screen of blue
Something might happen

Bats fly quietly past my head
There's a commotion idly playing in the far distance
Under my moving bed

Two green tunnels open wide
My hands shift, separate and attach elsewhere
As I spiral down the ride

A soft coating of relief
I swell in and out of both hell and limbo
A razor blade motion to the throat

I give to my own reflection
A red smiling geyser with pin-sized eyes
Blue dread with little hope that sinks low

**The days get further as I swallow nothing
but lumps of dry, flakey air

My crystal ball of burden connects with the ecliptical space rod
igniting the spirit within, and I breathe tiny specks of sparkling dust, I wince and I get better, a battle I did not win.