Circling the drain
Falling out of orbit
Hanging among the black angels
Suicidal and sordid

Ready but not prepared
Sent to hell on a truth or dare
The dilemma of living but not
Ever truly being alive

Suffering in silence
As the dog and butterfly do their dance
Of one above and one below
It’s beginning to feel like hell is earth,
We’re already here
Until we’re fit for something heavenly

****/swat/scratch
As the grasshoppers play their violins
And you’re forced to choose between chicken or fish
As a means to your destruction

I made a choice and the blue-jay turned into a cardinal
As the devil conspires with my desire to see fire in the sky
While all the Madonna’s and Jezebel’s are framed and dried
And the owl turns into a set of fluttering white sheets
But she broke the mirror and the illusion was shattered

Sitting alone with all my pain and strife
Everyday cuts like a knife
Guess I’ve been written out of the book of life
All the angels left my side

And my friends, they cause me damage
But all the same they help me manage
In my head, they all speak Spanish
And I have no dictionary

I’m a sensual insect with a heart of gold
Silver crucifix and terrycloth robe
Wish I could get back the love they stole
From the chakra in my chest

But maybe it’s all for the best
Yeah, maybe it’s all for the best
Still it can’t help but feel like a test

And in my dreams I crawl through the wormhole
I turn back time and get off parole-
The kind that eats away at your soul
In a world of normalcy

In my head I’ve been hoarding impressions of contemplation
My thoughts have run on for extra innings
But if you ask me what I’m thinking about
My mind draws a serious blank
So I say I’m dreaming of death-
How, when, and where it will come
Cause I’m quite aware I could expire before the milk in the fridge
And yet I’m filled with heavy burdens which don’t allow me to fully live
While everyone around me is working on self-improvement,
I choose self-destruction
Perhaps I’ve always gone against the grain
But the past is a broken mirror and I can’t see myself straight
And as I sit in clouds of smoke and think how there aren’t
Enough days, enough seasons, enough of the world to go around
And the billionaires are lucky since they’ll get first dibs on a new planet

The night arrives, wicked and sentimental
It gives birth to morning, unforgiving but gentle

And the moon gives women their claws
As mother earth opens her jaws
And swallows whole all the phalluses
The rich men and their palaces

And broken seashells look like fragments of planets
We may have no mystery, but we still have magnets

And the knowledge of the old gets passed on to some
As the rest of the planet comes undone
And the drunkards are eager to play their roles
As the martyrs wait to save their souls

The flame that survived the storm
Deviates from the norm
A pariah born
In unsymmetrical form
Only when it burns out
Will an apocalypse come
Calling all you monsters
Unite as one

Indulge your senses and your appetites
Lust after an aching for desires
Love is always the obvious choice
But pleasure has the loudest voice
Pining over someone you can’t have
In pain, denial, looking for a distraction
It’s a jungle of emotions
Art with a verdict
Cause *** is never as good or evil
As many make it out to be
It’s not ordinary or a luxury
Yet we treat it as the cause and cure

Is there something you forgot?
I’m still sitting by the building with the gold pillars on top
Is there something you forgot?
I’m still breathing and therefore I still have a shot

Some beat around the bush
Others dive right in
You’ll never know
How it feels to be in my skin

Is there something you forgot?
I’m sitting on the beach with a gun and a six-pack on top
Is there something you forgot?
The devil exists so heaven won’t rot

But the past isn’t passing by fast enough
And the future waits but only in handcuffs
And how can you blame all the sinners who sin
You’ll never know how it feels to be in my skin

Is there something you forgot?
I’m sitting in my room with no ceiling on top
Is there something you forgot?
Thunderstorms can make you mourn only if you get caught

Some beat the disease
Others dive right in
Others teach
That no one can win

And if you feel wild and empty, tame but too full
You’ve got the bath, the ocean, or the swimming pool
So stick your head under
So stick your head under
So stick your head under

Its days like these
I wish I was in a coma
Unable to feel the feeling of being watched
And being free to dream endlessly
Instead I chain-smoke
And look at the sky
Cursing the birds
And blessing the butterflies
Trying to ignore my third eye
Which has turned into a ticking clock
And all I pray for is just to get by
But so far that’s not happening
And I have no money to unwind
So my soul keeps unraveling
I need a change
And I need it quick
Before I see another shooting star
And wish for death