Sad
What a way to be
What a hidden disease
To seize
those happy days away
Sad
What a way to feel
What a way to congeal
My insides
In a ball
There's no problem solved
Only wrong and more wrong
For all the right reasons
Words
Words can fuck you for real
Words can conceal
What actions reveal
And the face can't fake
Words
Are dancers in the wind
Are sounds you dont take in
When the one you love speaks
There's no problem solved
And everything is wrong
But neither is a-ny-one
We're all for each other
Like sister and brother
We sit and eat shit
Truth
Truth's the one to blame
Truth's a hooker to defame
Wear out
and throw away
Truth
Truth will make you a god
Truth will break your bonds
You know
you're better off alone
There's no problem solved
Just intentions gone wrong
So fuck it
Our dream can't be real
If you always interfere
So there you are
Sad sad sad sad
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Poe
Hope's in denial at the bottom of a bottle
Rain, snow, or shine, the grape god parties
Oh
I long to go to oblivion of slurred speech
And the bottles are packed to go
You're free with no self-control
Control
Hope's in his cups and can't get enough
The more shit it rains, he gulps carelessly
Oh
I long to go to nirvana of muted dreams
Dreams
Dreams
Dreeeeeeeams
With a kickstand right to the face
What need for poise or for grace
Grace
Hope's constitution is a shared delusion
Dark foggy head vision makes blurry
Oh
I long to stumble in a ditch and bleed
Bleed
Bleed
Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed
Hope's pissed again with no sight to end
With blissful chagrin we'll have the same again
Are all you such cowards, such craven wimps and pansies
Which of you bitches can hope put to shame
Oh
I long to wake to breakfast through a straw
Straw
Straw
Straw
And the IV's been prepped for your case
We know they're all insane
Sane
Rain, snow, or shine, the grape god parties
Oh
I long to go to oblivion of slurred speech
And the bottles are packed to go
You're free with no self-control
Control
Hope's in his cups and can't get enough
The more shit it rains, he gulps carelessly
Oh
I long to go to nirvana of muted dreams
Dreams
Dreams
Dreeeeeeeams
With a kickstand right to the face
What need for poise or for grace
Grace
Hope's constitution is a shared delusion
Dark foggy head vision makes blurry
Oh
I long to stumble in a ditch and bleed
Bleed
Bleed
Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed
Hope's pissed again with no sight to end
With blissful chagrin we'll have the same again
Are all you such cowards, such craven wimps and pansies
Which of you bitches can hope put to shame
Oh
I long to wake to breakfast through a straw
Straw
Straw
Straw
And the IV's been prepped for your case
We know they're all insane
Sane
Monday, April 20, 2015
Frisbee Fish
I see you-
Tall+ fine+ sticks you on
Which one of those legs is yours?
I'll meet you in+
the booknook
my a+part^ment
It's right here-
Under the stairs
Sure you want some
Stuck in your teeth
Super Sweet ride, tasty fried
Good for good all
Frisbee fish
Gonna get some
'Till it's all gone
Tasty fried, SlipNSlide
Tow the line
Frisbee fish
shove it down
The throat
Like a garnish
This fish
Real ultimate power
We watch it
Melt through the oven window
Which one of you
Tries first?
Stand it up now
Dance like a mackerel
fins do fly, pucker the eyes
Crispy grime
Frisbee fish
Break all of your teeth
Clean it up though
Crispy mine
Delicious time
Yours or thine
Frisbee fish
Mmm
This is better
Than my youngest'ses
Safety blanket
The secret is in
the batshit
I'll leave this nucking futs
Right
On your desk
You'll be happier that it's there.
Digest now
Hold your spine sides
and squeeeeeeeze
Prickly fine
Fortified
No desire
Frisbee Fish
Like a
Like a
mangled
colonoscopy
Like it never shoudla happened
Detox divine
shredded brine
Turpentine
Frisbee Fish!
Thrall
Thrall
I am afflicted and a sense of helplessness ensues
Can't fight the urge to resist
My mind is vinyl on the needle percolating
It spins, hits the scratch and then repeats
I have no control over my life
I have no control over my life
I have no self control
Hey you there could you stop me
Self-destructing
Can't fight the urge to desist
This remote and I are Gemini
Exist inseparably
It keeps me far far away
I have no control over my life
I have no control over my life
I have no self control
Well, now you've caught me
I'm an addict
chronically recovering
Can't fight the urge to fuck it all
Flights of fancy, not too pricey
Quit it anytime
So many worlds that I would rather live in
Tongue out
Slack eyes, motherfucker
You're watching
As the world turns
Slouch down
Into the futon
Now rock the ottoman
As your heart clogs
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