One hundred eighty degrees Turned around on the fucking highway Nothing works properly in these parts Pigs on every corner Breaking bones like matchsticks Nails in a pipe bomb That's where our money goes First and foremost I thank My dad and my friends in blue And second I thank all these ghosts that hang around my bedpost Third is the boy spinning in a circle until he throws up He's our hero He's our son I'm in a million pieces painting the golden picture It's all over the ground It's in the filth and smog Turn now Turn right now

Mr. Poindexter's cold world concept Loose lips suck dick better than the duchess Sink every boat that's in the ocean You are not my favorite notion Move When you want to Run When the tired general pushes buttons Once again the nuking code is ready to rock and roll When legs grow old and weary Put him on a pedestal, put him in charge When eyes can't see so straight Let him aim the gun, let him get his target Everybody on earth should die This is what we get, this is what we asked for I would like to see us extinct Flavor that we crave for A bitch we lust for You all walking in one direction Round the largest circle in the smallest district Shoes have holes so tape them up You have not walked enough

Fill the plague water with the breath that your children breathe Stepping beyond what floats and festers Crying out into the pit that does not listen The pit: It does not crawl or beg for forgiveness Persisting fermentation stinks the whole room up with a smile and its acidic erosion of enamel Sludge drags its way into your bedroom Your sheets are stained with the filth you left the door open for The carpet is a blood splatter Rorschach test Stare into the slick too long and your fortune is spoken Sleep in the bathroom if you wanna stay dry The bed you once slept on yields the king of all life In his disgusting glory of meat teeth bones and gruel Forcing his drooling mouth into himself The walls The ceiling and floor as well Until all of time and space is gone The infinite hunger of the petri-dish deity Is the infinite ending of all we know and love Surrender to the man beneath the mud Breathing through the lungs of the croaking dead demons All green and slimy in their ultimate power Bubbling up in their possession Victims of curiosity rendered to churning slavery Poisoning the water that you drink Poisoning the dirt of evil agriculture Poisoning the air that you breathe Your flesh is a canvas of chaos before the majesty The harbinger of the mirror Pointing laughing Wiping the eyes and damn near throwing up So afraid yet so proud to be so ignorant Alone and proud of what you've destroyed Black evil oil will eat your screaming soul

This day is your break Betray your brothers Skin the traitor Leave him outside My dog What if snow comes out of him Mistake I will never feel comfortable again I can't sleep Sometimes I destroy my phone Sometimes I just can't answer no

One instance in my lifetime No fear of death, just fear of life Sitting spinning in introspection I am not alone inside the strife It carries onto others I'm so afraid to talk to you Why should I even bother That's what connected me to you Even if I struggle harder It's hard not to admit that I do like you Been a week since it happened Death I live in spite of you One time inside this time, I understand everything One time inside this lifetime, I don't know a goddamn thing. You give me a reason A chance not to put a gun in my mouth for fun And I'm just being honest What's the problem with being truthful with someone that you care a lot about That I have strong feelings for First name seven letters Situation getting better No one knows for sure but I think that I have won I've been thinking a lot about a lot What am I gonna do with myself- to end it all, to spend it all It was once that I felt this way And now that person's gone You helped me realize I need more help than what I ask for I don't need a hospital to feel love I don't Buspirone to have feelings again I understand the fool was right all along in the end I love you more than I admit from a glance across this room we share I care too much, I know, but there is nothing that compares.

I find out that I don't owe temperament Unethics I found out that I conceal rage well I will watch the sparks fly outwards You know I will Road life reaps death I went from Miami to Connecticut Don't you talk to me, I'm not hearing it Found dead in the trough

At 6:00 AM Time to wake up At 6:45 start your engine 7 o'clock wave your goodbyes Cause you'll never see your friends again Brick of no man Flew through the sky A vivid recollection of no valid eye It came in a hurry, it left that way A crater in the head of yesterday Yeah, that's him alright I know him well Yeah that's him alright I know that face At 10 on the dot you got a call 12 minutes later in the empty hall An hour passes You're in the restroom You wonder why you're all in the fucking restroom Can't stop crying Can't stop throwing up You're hoping somebody body body's Gonna help you up You hate your cell phone You should have hung it up That's him alright, my baby boy.

Youth vision falls down on the screen Econobox floating in the river or sea Price scheme discount with receipt Bracket dancer cherry cancer castrate me I am taking notes I am swallowing pens Give me all your money because I'm your friend I understand blackmail is a sin five thousand dollars or you'll never see her again Shoot pedestrian Red light motion There's a job to do Let's get moving Disco on the television I will smash it in I have never placed a bet I will not fuckin win I know a good sticky problem To a clean solution Take all the global power It's time to use em Shoot pedestrian Blue light motion There's a job to do Let's get moving I don't want no fuckin job I don't want no damn degree I don't want to be alive Castrate castrate castrate me

I can’t go back Woman’s glancing eyes over counter like a child about to steal for the first time That small piece of candy The gun in her pocket Pointed in between my eyes Breathing loudly, startling no one but the opaque Their preferred perspective of clouds aligning It’s doom you’re staring in the face Now with no weapons Alone but perhaps also afraid Of what is to come The soothsayer’s guilt of giving info to the jester The jester’s guilt of not smiling enough The smile’s guilt of revealing oneself The guilt of opaqueness shuns itself once again History incarnate The sound of cybernetic cellphone calls Repeating over and over waiting for some change Please for the love of god say something different Please for the love of me say something different For god say a different prayer The erosion of time Blending past present and future into primordial goo Growing Filth on the top To be scraped away, deduced to festering scum laying somewhere else The world is Grey matter on the floor Vomit Brains And conversation The trepidation of the soul Boring into the frontal lobe The absence will be well documented In a cold room The silence of temperature Mercury descending Hearing bad news Hoping for questions and not statements Uncertainty is important

I said enough I keep it that way These yuppie scum will die today Blow a pipeline up if you wanna see change Go against your elders if you wanna see change