**** it up **** it up **** it up **** it up.
Trust your gut kid and **** it up.
So you see its wrong and you sit in silence?
Young boy your silence is violence.
So you post on your ******* wall.
About how you care about us all
About how you're tired of all this ****.
Yet you still sit there.
Doing nothing.
Face lit up by your prisoner screen.
Feelings high from the thumbs it brings.

You are as guilty as the fat cats that **** for pleasure.
You are as guilty as the crooks that created leisure.

In  your silence and false sense of self worth,
You let them continue to burn and destroy.

**** it up.
Get off the computer.
Go outside,
Bother your neighbors,
Graffiti the walls,
Film the police,
Grow some **** *****.
Break some **** windows,
**** with the banks
Let them know that you will not take,
This **** lying down.


**** it up **** it up **** it up **** it up.
Trust your gut.

I thought i was in a good mood.

Turns out i'm just manic.

At least it's something.

Something to hold onto.

It always turns dark though.

Like a cold star.

Or another contradictory thing I can't be bothered with coming up with.

Dark Waves Cascade out from my center.
My heart shakes and groans,
my gut twists in discontent.
My mind races.

Dark waves radiate from me.
I am the epicenter of a room full of malice.
Infecting,
Changing

Why bother with, uh..

S'whats the point?

My brain is over heating.
I think my head  might ******* pop.
When I lean out this window,
My torso wants to drop.
I know I going crazy,
So why won't it stop?

They say normality is overrated, but **** that man my head is ******* hating

this.

and these.

and those.

Moments were the conversations are fluid, out a mouth and into  heads.
It's intimate.

I am a thief, taking up all those words and not giving anything back. Not twisting them into new ideas, just locking them down to think about later.


So I sit there and when i try broken fractals just kinda fall out of my face. Onto the floor. Viewed as unclean and unwanted by the words already floating around.


Normality seems nice. It seems soft and comforting. Like you can belong anywhere.

Instead of having to search so ******* hard for a niche you can fit in. Not just fit, but fall in.

So how should I end this?
Theres probably a way, but, once again,

Fractals.

Theres something in your eyes,
I can't explain it.
I think something you died.
Do you feel unwanted?
Just have another smoke,
It'll make you feel better.
You'll be part of the crowd.
At least for a while.

Ignore the gray skies,
It's a fleeting moment.
Go out for a walk,
your bones are thirsty.
So your drowning in yourself again.
I don't know how you stay afloat,
As hollow as you are,
I know you feel heavy.

I'd say it gets worse before it gets better,
but I know better.
It's ganna stay bad.
So I don't wanna live for long,
Go ahead and keep your Gods,
I'm alright with just fading.

I  had a dream,
The Moon enveloped the sky,
Watching me close,
Like a Celestial eye.

Oh a wisp of white smoke,
From a face of rough stone.

I know I'm guilty
No Need to remind,
Oh, you remember what I've done,
But would you still say Good-bye?

Well,

I'm a doctor, I'm the butcher,
Yes, I'm The King of Bones,
I'll harvest your ribcage
an' add it to my throne.

On my plate is your heart,
With ketchup and cheese.
You know these hearts,
Taste better the more they bleed.

In my goblet of wine,
Your soul Swims and cries.

Oh a wisp of smoke,
From a face of rough stone.

When that blue sky gets dragged, shrieking,
towards oblivion.
The moon comes out to remind.
I know I'm guilty.
Oh you remember what I've done,
Are you still ganna say Good-bye?