God bless america land of the free
God bless america where we take away your rights and give you an STD
God bless america where it's citizens hate there homeland
God bless america the country that takes the world and tries to play dad
God bless america where sin is welcomed in
America there is no god bless because your doing away with him

Love, what a joke when you're alive like me,
But you like to laugh along until you tell me what you want, tell me why it can't be
You got guns and guns, you make sure to load the clips for it
You get me nice and close you know kissing distance, and let your pistol whisper it.

Go ahead and buy those things to make yourself feel like you've found it.
Being lost I've found 'finding' funds flagrancy; and just goes to compound it.
Gimme this gimme that, does this lifestyle you know, make me look fat?
Get your own body (stop watching mine) what do you think you should look more at?

Love, what a joke when you're alive like me,
Try to stay awake to observe your nature and I fell asleep up in the tree,
Buy yourself a ticket take our time and have it tossed
You lit a fire in me, I got lost in you, now I'm on fire and lost.

It was wrong.
Now your gone.
I'm lost.

Do you have any idea how sick I am of myself?
Or what that's like?
(Chances are you don't)
Burn yourself with an iron, get really good at it, do it all the time then you might.

I'm to that point where I can't brag about my fears, not anymore
They just make me scared. (That's what they want)
Driving backwards to go forwards in a car without the rears,
Still feeling more comfortable impared.

Light the fuse and wait for no explosion, being blunt: I can't find a point.
My mom told me every day I was special, I was chosen,
Then she marked a made up friend who's easier to anoint.

Through all of this, nothing is constant.
Not mother, nor brother, nor pa
Mother gave me to a father who lost me
Now I expect everything to go wrong.
To be gone.
To be lost.

Feeling for affinity in streets all filled with enemies
I've had my fill of friends who tease then climb on me to meet their means
Got enough **** problems of my own, stuck in a government that wants my bones
Home of the brave, land of the free, host to double down hypocrisy (the parasites are profiting!)

I guess I'm ****** to be ******, collar free slavery
For every shambled man or ma'am who wants to sign into democracy
C-a-p-I-t-olism,
Get em trapped up in the schism boys! Get em boys get em!

We're lost.

We've lost our way.
Or maybe it's just me.
If you're out there please say, please stay.
We are this lands new beginning.

A mass pushing into me like a great lorry
The leather jacket, the smell of the dead
The skin so shiny like a glass filled with milk,
White and whole and fattening, filling you up

But not full yet, one final blow to come
And the covering of the legs like netting,
Rips apart, an opening to another world,
Begging me, asking for it, shaking with knowing

Had you not picked the fruit from that tree,
Tasting its seeking, desperate sweetness
Perhaps i would not feel your weight as I did
And you would fall down like an infantile bundle of feathers

The epidermis, the subcutaneous layer, the blood
Moving quickly then slowly then quickly
Are you still there? I shouldn’t care
A button falls from your breast, a trickle down your cheek

The eyes, the eyes! They follow me, the train,
Moves slower as it pulls into the station
And makes one final sound, a signal,
I’d rip their eyes out and let them bounce onto the tracks like marbles

So many stains of blood and war and toil
Lie across the carriages and out onto the moors,
I wouldn’t worry,
I’ll make it clean with disinfectant and run smooth again with oil

I don't wish to be miserable so I drown myself in a sea of whiskey and the rough waters of beer; but it makes me nothing more than a sad sailor, just letting the currents take me, a very sad life indeed; not something I would tell the boys at the dock bar; along with the tales of the mystic mermaid I saw in my haze of the ocean.

She floats on reflected sky
Dueling breezes knitting around her

Flower petal skimming

She slices silver travel lines
Rippling out on hope's own hand
And trusts her bright day journey
All that she needs for the way

Reaching the shore above
She finds him there
Standing in leaves
Kisses waiting
The moon on his shoulder

Our
   Emotion
Is an ocean
   We flow in
               A tide
      That we ride
   High and low in
                     A wave
                   Can behave
        To infact be the save
           You must know when
            To put your own toe in

Based on my current understanding of my current understanding, I don't understand much at all.

The days gently break into
the pale sky of a new beginning.
The rapid spread of sun shines brightest on the horizon.
I stand on the beach.
I want to go swimming.

You are immediately at my side pulling me into the salt.
I laugh and swim and feel lighter.
The waves pull high and low upon our time together.
My thoughts grow tired and I wish to stop treading water.

Looking for a safe passage,
I lock eyes with the familiar.
Whipping me onto a long sailed course.

The ocean turns into a sea.
The harbor is now a river.
The stream comes from up the mountain
and soon I am waiting for the rain.