My eyes are in leather sheaths because they have to be
Otherwise, my emotions would be so plain to see
The only thing that gives me away is my mouth that spills the words that will be the unrelenting death of me!

The depth of me?  I don't know man!  You tell me, because all I see is your face staring back at me;
cold truth with a sprinkle of angry
and a dash of salt.  The full moon is the only time I can blame it on lunacy,
otherwise my crazy sticks out like a hot **** on a cold day!

Why do I do this to myself?  Because it pains me if I don't!
Besides, I love to imagine that look on your face when you read me
somewhere between that guy falling off his bike and your mom's new brownie recipe.
Ba ha ha ha!  Seriously though.  I don't care what you think of me.

As long as when I speak, you think at all.  That makes me happy.
That gets me through my day.  If you're gonna walk around with your ******* face glued to your phone, might as well read something that made your brain hurt a little, *****!

Peace man, be easy...

I am a devil with angels wings
an angel with a forked tongue
I've got a pocket full of tracts
and a large street filled with no one to pass
them to

I walked a million miles with a trillion soles
trickling through the crosswalks
tripping and stumbling,
mostly falling in the holes

But I know I'm no loner
I know I'm surrounded by kin
We're all here and we're all the queerest folk
Queer as queer has ever been!

So you're a fighter and a winner?
Everybody's a tough guy behind steel plated glass,
but I know you, and you'll bend right over
as soon as the president starts this class!

So, here's to you my fellow angels
with your burnt, broken wings and rusty swords
May our cups become refilled with hope
and our tongues wag with words of life
while we crawl out of these caves of ******* and
fill the skies with light and explosion,
While we beat back the darkness and resume our truthful wars!

A train that never leaves the station
a bird with broken wings
an acid rain killing the spring flowers
I am
the clouds covering the full moon,
a funeral
the desert's freezing nights
I am
the thoughts that won't let you sleep at night
the deepest paper cut,
an illness with no cure
I am
the dust covering your lungs
the antagonist in your stories,
the cold wind hurting your bones.

I am the pain that hurts you the most.
I am the pain that loves you the most.