Monday, August 30, 2010

We Tried to Trace the Faceless Ghost of David

Psychologically shape us so you can financially rape us
we are what you made us, slaves to the status
reactionists fascists slandering my activist fashion
with a fatal attraction to drugs and inaction
I cover my face whenever accidents happen
because I fear his embrace when I bow to the captain

You see the light, but don't hear the beacon 
while the weakened are beaten for no reason
they lie to the livid and hide in the gimmick
they cry for the crime, not the criminals grind
and shy from the shine in a single file line
manufacture lifestyles to control the mind

You profit on the prophet and one's who are retarded
tropic crops of chronic sparked the visions of Muhammad
symphonies of soldiers sing the triumph of their soldering
cities crumble slowly burning and smoldering
subliminally controlling the way that we're coping
and I'm choking on the cigarette that I'm smoking
invoking my hope to be taken to the basement of hatred
and explain the matrix
we try to trace the faceless ghost of David and replace the hopes of laymen 
with a spokesman who had spoken of his plan to betray them

A shower, a shave, a way to behave
we cower and slave and wait to be saved
the power that they will always betray
we give them and give them the right to abuse us
to use us and use us in the name of Jesus
all religion is treasonous
betraying us more than they're pleasing us
they pick our pockets and posture sleazily
politics are so deceiving
to exercise their judicial power
they built a college where votes don't matter
living in a world where paper is power
so I sit at home watching my tv
I'll eat what they feed me
I need God to complete me
losing my innocence in the violent images
making me perspire like a raging fire

The smokes and flames
the ashes and embers
smoldering coals red like September
toppling towers causes twice the terror
I saw the smoke reflecting off the mirror
you got your Patriot and you got your Act
so the Homelands secure until your next attack

Does peace exists or is it an antique?
Is it human nature for the strong to exploit the weak?
Will we ever recognize that we're all just human beings?
I blush to the crowd when I hear em laughin'
because we all know peace will never happen

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

The Truth to Everything in the World

Psychologically shape us so you can financially rape us
we are what you made us, slaves to the status
reactionists fascists slandering my activist fashion
with a fatal attraction to drugs and inaction
I cover my face whenever accidents happen
because I fear his embrace when I bow to the captain

You follow the light, but don't hear the beacon 
while the weakened are beaten for no reason
It's a vulgar display of power
issued by the intolerant coward
they lie to the livid and hide in the gimmick
they cry for the crime, not the criminals grind
and shy from the shine in a single file line
manufacture lifestyles to control the mind

A shower, a shave, a way to behave
we cower and slave and wait to be saved
the power that they will always betray
we give them and give them the right to be different
to use us and use us in the name of Jesus
all religion is treasonous
betraying us more than they're pleasing us

they pick our pockets, and posture sleazily
politics are so deceiving
to exercise their judicial power
they built a college where votes don't matter
paper is power and people are safer sitting at home
watching my tv, I'll eat what they feed me
losing my innocence in the violent images
making me perspire like a raging fire

the smoke
the flames
the ashes and embers
smoldering coals red like September
toppling towers causes twice the terror
I saw the smoke reflecting off the mirror
you got your Patriot and you got your Act
so the Homelands secure until your next attack

Is it human nature for the strong to exploit the weak?
Will we ever recognize that we're all just human beings. 
then I blush to the crowd when I hear em all laughin
because we all know peace will never happen

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

finally something decent

A shower, a shave, a way to behave
we cower and slave and wait to be saved
the power that they will always betray
we give them, and give them
the right to be different
to use us and use us
in the name of Jesus
history gives us all our reasons
lets kill ALL man kind and call it even
when I say man, you say demon
when I say government, you say treason
pickin pockets, posture, pleasing
politics are so deceiving
people's will, judicial power
a college where votes don't matter
our true system is the dollar sign
if they can control your actions
they can control your mind
the biggest thing between me and you
is that dollar sign you're branded to
you're like cattle in your attitude

Saturday, August 14, 2010

A mans life is a cheap purchase

My hate evolves like the primates freedom
The more I hate em
The more I need em
My heart burns like a raging fire
I'm less than honest and more than a liar
My life stinks of regret and failure
I might be trash, but I'm not a trailer
The more I love, the less I try
Every three years my relations die
The more I feel the more I hurt
My only comfort is in these words
My life is about enduring violence
The science of misery hides beneath my eye lids
My mind is the sky but I'm a terrible pilot
When I sell my soul I know they'll buy it
You make a law so I defy it
Life's a bitch
So start a riot

Thursday, August 12, 2010

2 Felony counts of possession

I should have lied, I should have said that those items were not mine. After all my roommates did break into my room, and search through all of my things until they found a small amount of pot buried in a box in my closet and a bottle of anti anxiety pills that were under my bed against the back corner of the wall. How would the cop know they were mine? Unless I told the truth, he wouldn't. Don't you see how this system benefits the liar? Don't you see it punishes honesty. I told the truth about using substances are all legal medically. Am I not allowed relief like someone who has health insurance? Like someone who can afford medications to help cope with pain or depression. I guess I'm immediately generalized as some sort of criminal because I can't afford prescriptions for these items. Maybe if I had lived another life where I wasn't raised by two alcoholic parents, maybe if they didn't get drunk and beat the shit out of each other every night for ten years, maybe if I didn't go to ten different schools and move constantly because evictions, maybe if I wasn't so attracted to psychology and the ways it helped me cope with my life, maybe if I didn't go to college and pay for it all myself and go deep into student debt, maybe if I would have got a degree in something that actually helped me get a job... Then. Maybe. If all those things didn't happen and I would be a wealthy white male with health insurance then I wouldn't be a felon. But because I do live in poverty, because I can't get a decent paying job with my college degree, I shouldn't be allowed the same medications that a wealthy man can get a prescription for. I don't understand how anyone, from any point of view can say I have committed any type of crime here. I was merely self medicating in the comfort of my own home, in my own room, and one day someone decided to break into my room while I was at work and turn over these substances to the police. Being that there was no legal search and seizure of these items there's actually no way to prove they were even mine, if I had just lied I could have avoided this situation entirely, but I didn't know what I was doing, so I told the truth.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

eden

Our cities burning in the riots
uncivil acts of mass defiance
politicians will be murdered
until you truly learn to serve us

what you said to earn our trust
was a plot to capture us
a promise broken by a liar
must be repaid in fire

so grab the queen and grab the king
I want more blood than gasoline
a debt repaid so tragically
it stopped the world from happening

the future sent him back for me
the God of human agony
top rung of the illuminatti
crop brains a top the human body

plant delusions and fear the heathens
illusions closer to the soul than treason
Heaven is the white mans Eden
while heathens live to feed their demons

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Nine Roads of Destruction

The thought that God is flawless
allowed us to be swallowed
In the belly of the beast
we're too proud to fault our morals
Ten paths lead to defeat
only one to salvation 
it's guarded by a god from all denominations
I approach the path to hell
and at least I've got a soul to sell
so grab the queen and grab the king
I want more blood than gasoline
I want to end this tragically
they engineer diseases to please us
the Christian cancer was diagnosed as Jesus
they would kill us if they didn't need us
but you can't enslave an aborted fetus
they have their principals and those have reasons
with the illusion they're closer to the soul than treason
Heaven is the white mans Eden
while heathens live to feed their demons

I got a lawyer, you got the chief race. I got the shotgun, you got the briefcase.

I set the world on fire with the push of a button
In a world of flames God is nothing
I can hear the screams on computer screens
feel pain the way I do in dreams
crafty apes creating gods to battle the blazes
pissing on the people claiming they saved us
dead men don't speak not a fucking word
life's a disease and they've got the cure
and the rich are feeding on the poor
money is worth and their keeping score
each side of the spectrum points in my direction
the good and evil fight exists in elections
religion is wrong, but the prophecies ready
the age of the rich was the end of many

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Jesus Was a Liar

I set the world on fire
just to see it happen
wanna hear the screams
and watch the reactions

slowly running from the action
the way I do in dreams
crafty apes creating gods on computer screens
dead men don't speak, not a fucking word
life's a disease and they've got the cure

like the TV's we don't ingore
I'm receiving the standard grieving
the right is deceiving the whites
and our plight is feeding the hype
the good fight is either
on the run or the rip

It's a one way trip
and it's what I get
for living life the way I did
each side of the spectrum points in my direction
a good and evil fight exists in elections
religion is wrong, but the prophecies ready
the age of the rich was the end of many

the genesis of pedigree
the start of something new for me
the end of something old
I stole a rhyme or two for every lie I told
for every three times I bluff
there's one time I fold
for every billion of you
one of me break the mold

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Are those dead people standing across the street watching that house burn down?

I set the world on fire
just to see it happen
wanna hear the screams
and watch the reactions

slowly running from the action
the way I do in dreams
crafty apes creating gods on computer screens
dead men don't speak, not a fucking word
life's a disease and they've got the cure

It's a one way trip
and it's what I get
for living life the way I did
each side of the spectrum points in my direction
only one way to lie, without hesitation
on the day I died I captured a nation

the start of something new
the end of something old
I stole a rhyme or two
for every lie I told
for every three times I bluff
there's one time I fold
for every billion of you
one of me break the mold

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Church Fire

Needed to see it happen
didn't want to hear the screams
slowly running from the action
like the way I do in dreams
the dead don't speak
not a word
when they do it goes unheard
It's a one way trip
and it's what I get
for living life the way I did
each side of the spectrum
points in my direction
on the day I died there was a resurrection 
the start of something new
the end of something old
I stole a rhyme or two
for every lie I told

The end of something old

Needed to see it happen
didn't want to hear the screams
slowly running from the action
like the way I do in dreams
the dead don't speak
not a word
when they do it goes unheard
It's a one way trip
and it's what I get
for living life the way I did
each side of the spectrum
points in my direction

start of something new

mortal enemies sleeping next to each other
immoral entities reaching under the covers
the two sides of the good and evil spectrum
are both lies designed to attract you
they're love lines that are bound to attack you

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Faded Screams Worth Remembering

I dream mega-schemes evil-themed legacies
creating embassies out of tendency to protect my true identity
designing the future and securing supremacy
the war machine runs on oil energy
the fucking TV is the master entity
Its words are like bread to me eating at me mentally
The fucking TV, look what it did to me 
got me addicted to a life of misery
The fucking TV, is God to the kid in me
robbed of my decency and stripped of my dignity
The fucking TV, brainwashed me instantly

Thursday, July 8, 2010

unfinished new draft

I dream mega-schemes evil-themed legacies
creating embassies out of tendency to protect my true identity
you heard what God said to me: to murder aesthetically
because the word is like bread to me eating at my dentistry
faded screams are worth remembering, but those people are dead to me
text messaging brutes effecting the weaponry
designing the future and securing supremacy
alien technology propels us to victory
we're addicted to a life of misery
The fucking TV, look what it did to me 
The fucking TV, is God to the kid in me
robbed of our decency
stripped of our dignity
The fucking TV, brainwashed instantly
most effecient violent imagery fed to me consistently
reverse engineering the future of history
human intentions are always a mystery
drunk interventions, I solve them ballistically
if there's a hint of tyrant trickery
look behind the industry

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

The Little Things Mean Everything

It's our dreams they're embezzling
faded screams worth remembering
make it seem complementary
efficient like oil energy
more dead than John Kennedy
you heard what God said to me
to murder aesthetically
because the word is like bread to me
eating at my dentistry
I'm a majority refugee
consorting with destiny
designing the future and securing supremacy
a lie in a white suit questioning jeopardy
text messaging brutes effecting the weaponry
using alien technology to propel us to victory
we're reverse engineering the future of history
human intentions are always a mystery
wonder why we're addicted to misery
The fucking TV...look what it did to me
robbed of our decency and stripped of our dignity
The fucking TV...is God to the kid in me
nod if you disagree
tyrant trickery?
violent imagery we see consistently
dulls the crimes of industry
they change our minds like they change the channels
after all we're just stupid mammals

Jeopardy

It's our dreams they're embezzling
faded screams worth remembering
made it seem complementary
efficient like oil energy
more dead than John Kennedy
you heard what God said to me
to murder aesthetically
because the word is like bread to me
eating at my dentistry
I'm a majority refugee
consorting with destiny
designing the future securing supremacy
a lie in a suit questioning jeopardy
text messaging brutes effecting the weaponry
while alien technology propels us to victory
we're reverse engineering the future of history
human intentions are always a mystery
I wonder why we're addicted to misery
The fucking TV...look what it did to me
robbed of our decency
stripped of our dignity
The fucking TV...is God to the kid in me
nod if you disagree
tyrant trickery?
the violent imagery we see consistantly
dulls us to the crimes of the industry
they change our minds like they change the channels
after all we're just stupid mammals

combo

It's our dreams they're embezzling
faded screams worth remembering
made it seem complementary
efficient like oil energy
more dead than John Kennedy
you heard what God said to me
to murder aesthetically
because the word is like bread to me
eating at my dentistry
I'm a majority refugee
consorting with destiny
designing the future securing supremacy
a lie in a suit questioning jeopardy
text messaging brutes effecting the weaponry
while alien technology propels us to victory
we're reverse engineering the future of history
human intentions are always a mystery
I wonder why we're addicted to misery
The fucking TV...look what it did to me
robbed of our decency
stripped of our dignity
The fucking TV...is God to my kids and me

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

It's our dreams they're embezzling faded screams worth remembering made it seem complementary efficient like oil energy more dead than John Kennedy you heard what God said to me to murder aesthetically because the word is like bread to me eating at my dentistry I'm a majority refugee consorting with destiny designing the future securing supremacy a lie in a suit questioning jeopardy text messaging brutes effecting the weaponry planting bombs in every embassy so history remembers me
The little things mean everything
It's our dreams they're embezzling
Faded screams worth remembering
Made is seem complementary
Efficient like oil enegery
More dead than John Kennedy
You heard what God said to me
to murder aesthetically
the word is like bread to me
I'm a majority refugee

Saturday, July 3, 2010

punch the clock and stomach the gimmick
cure the disease at the local clinic
life's a mimic of a New York minute
deliberate idiot also known as bigot

Friday, July 2, 2010

merciless hyperbole's thoroughly murder me
thirsty conservatives nervous observery
courtesy calls merged a blurry eternity
Sympathy purposefully purged from us surgically
While we sleep they rewire our circuitry
monetarily conspire a virtual heresy
mercenary murder the most embarassing
Rig up the noose and crack the whip
Fire the shotgun from the hip
One bullet in the chamber
Spin the wheel and taste the danger

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Revision

Set your alarm gotta get up early
Master wants me in at six thirty
Work in the earth gettin dirty
Crack the whip if we're unworthy
I punch the clock and stomach the gimmick
Never ask why I'm a cynic

Check your mail, pay your taxes
Wealth's the measure of the classes
Invented system of corrupting masses
Democracy now means fascist
Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending
Take that money, start amending
End your life of constant envy

The day of rest, the day of reason
Corporate and religious treason
Simple minds, simple meanings
Hypnotized there's no redeeming
Qualities in human beings
Make that money, comprehend me
Fashion me a toxic ending
Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending
Rig up the noose
Build up the nerve
Sharpen the blade
You keep in reserve
Only one bullet in the chamber
Spin the wheel and taste the danger
Hate the meal but love the flavor
Life's a game the end's the savior

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Christ and friends out foxed Jesus
Fox and friends do your research
Don't support that Glenn Beck villian
When I snap it's him i'm killin
Spewin hate to angry people
Fuelin rage to create evil
To comprehend his agenda
You need God to recommend ya

Sunday, June 27, 2010

in progress

No Gods, no masters, just natural disasters
Spell casting witches and electrical switches
Live in the current, sparking an interest
Love is my life, drugs are my mistress
Sharpen the knife on wrists of the wicked
Vertical cuts are the ones you can live with

No sermons, no pastors, just natural disasters

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Set your alarm gotta get up early
Master wants me in at six thirty
Work in the earth gettin dirty
Crack the whip if we're unworthy
I punch the clock and stomach the gimmick
Never ask why I'm a cynic

Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending
Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending

Check your mail, pay your taxes
Wealth's the measure of the classes
Invented system of corrupting masses
Democracy now means fascist
Can't sensor this you fucking bastards

Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending
Take that money, start amending
End your life of constant envy

The day of rest, the day of reason
Corporate and religious treason
Simple minds, simple meanings
Hypnotized there's no redeeming
Qualities in human beings

Make that money, comprehend me
Fashion me a toxic ending
Take that money, stop pretending
The cycle is never ending

Friday, June 25, 2010

The Cycle

Set your alarm gotta get up early
Master wants me in at six thirty
Work in the earth gettin dirty
Crack the whip if we're unworthy
I punch the clock and stomach the gimmick
Never ask why I'm a cynic

Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending
Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending

Check your mail, pay your taxes
Wealth's the measure of the classes
Invented system of corrupting masses
Democracy now means fascist
Can't sensor this you fucking bastards

Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending
Take that money, start amending
End your life of constant envy

The day of rest, the day of reason
Corporate and religious treason
Simple minds, simple meanings
Hypnotized there's no redeeming
Qualities in human beings
The pride we swallow is cancerous rubble
The trouble we're breeding is straight from the devil
The lies that we're living won't soon be forgiven or forgot
Like war with Iraq
Crimes committed won't ever be admitted
Still know that you did it
Never fooled me for a minute
I lust for the real and find nothing but evil
Common decency don't exist in people

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

3rd revision

Don't know what you're doing until you've done it
I've only thought it, I haven't begun it
The unthinkable treatment of people
Like we don't think we're all equal
If I pass you by and you catch my eye
Nod your head or you'll fucking die
It's what I'm thinking and not saying
What I'll be doing if you keep on praying
Get off your knees you can't bow to Jesus
Until you get some valid reasons
Christianity has no equal
They monetarily mastered evil
By evil I do mean money
If you've got none then you mean nothing
Be careful when it's God you're trusting
We behave at a loss of substance
Stage one to how they corrupt us
Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Don't know what we're capable of until we've done it. I've only thought it I haven't begun it. The unthinkable treatment of people we meet like we don't recognize we're all human beings. If I wave to you or nod my head return the action or you're fuckin dead. It's what I'm thinkin but not sayin it's what I'll be doing if you keep on prayin. So get off your knees you can't bow to Jesus until you get some valid reasons or realize you're bound to evil and brainwashed like millions of people. Christianity has no equal because they monetarily mastered evil. When I say evil I mean money, and if you've got none then you mean nothing and you're a slave to the boss you're trusting. You behave at a loss of substance, stage one to how they corrupt us. Make that money keep on spending. The cycle is never ending.

Sick

Don't know what we're capable of until we've done it. I've only thought it I haven't begun it. The unthinkable treatment of people we meet like we don't recognize we're all human beings. If I wave to you or nod my head return the action or you're fuckin dead. It's what I'm thinkin but not sayin it's what I'll be doing if you keep on prayin. So get off your knees you can't bow to Jesus until you get some valid reasons

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Sick of it

I'm getting sick of merely existing to get by. Working jobs to make others rich then paying a percentage to the government who uses that money to raise a massive military they use to invade countries and steal their resources and sell them to us for more profit. I find it mind boggling how brain washed people are. So much so that they openly support this corrupt government unquestioningly much the same way they follow their religion... I'm disgusted with humanity in general (including myself at times). We live in a perpetual state of fear and it's robbed us of our humanity. Everyday I think to myself how I can escape this system and all I come up with is death. I want to make a difference, I want to open up peoples eyes to the world I see. Too often this feels like an exercise in futility. People are indoctrinated to such high levels it may be irreversable in many. Through religion, education, and media they brainwash us. They make us fearful, greedy, and vain, in essence they strip us our of humanity then burden us with stress to the point where we don't even care anymore. These words feel like my last hope. I've fallen through every crack, I'm stuck in every trap. All I've done is follow the path you're supposed to, but now I'm done and I want to expose you.

Work in progress

I'm your slave and you're my master
You're the product that they're after
Farm bred slaves are manufactored
These cheap labor passive bastards
Have no idea they were captured
They live in fear of doom and rapture
Driven to consume advice of pastors
Religion is the device of masters
It's a tool to mold the minds of many
They want it all, you can't have any
Make the money and keep on spending
The cycle is never ending

Revision

It's the thought that God is flawless that allowed us to be swallowed. In the belly of the beast we're too proud to fault our morals. Ten paths lead to defeat and only one to salvation and it's guarded by a god from all denominations. As I approach the path to hell at least I've got a soul to sell so grab the queen and grab the king I want more blood than gasoline, I want to end this tragically. We engineer diseases to please us and the Christian cancer was diagnosed as Jesus they would kill us if they didn't need us and you can't enslave an aborted fetus. They have their principals and those all have reasons with the illusion they're closer to the soul than treason. Heaven is the white mans Eden while heathens live to feed their demons

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Mortal Combat

It's the thought the God is flawless that allowed us to be swallowed. In the belly of the beast our open wounds are bloody treats. Ten paths lead to defeat only one to salvation and it's guarded by a god from all denominations. As I approach the path to hell at least I've still got a soul to sell, so grab the queen and grab the king, I want more blood than gasoline so I can build my oil dynasty.

Questions

The questions we don't ask are the ones that we're made of like why they painted Jesus white and made him betray us. Are the people in charge the ones we're afraid of? What do they do with the money after they rape us? Build satelites to silently tape us, psychologically they spit in our faces and push us around, tell us to be gracious. No wonder we're all fucking racists, the rich all have the same colored faces.

Monday, April 19, 2010

little something I wrote at work

I'd rather murder everyone who don't share my views then take the time to educate the lost and confused. You can't open the eyes of a closed minded fool, the rich will stay rich because they make the rules. So don't play their game or things will stay the same. We need anarchy to save the day and revolution is the only way to topple the structure that enslaves our culture.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

1st post

So many feeble minds to feed the fire so many evil lines that you admire so protesters grab your torches and set fire to the fortress make babies like abortions to feed the family fortune the message is distorted its why our children are retarded it's the ignorance we're proud of and the tribe that we are bound to

The Falcons of Murder

This isn't war this is experimental death we're just animals fighting for what's left we feign intelligence and embellish ir...