Room 101

We're over populated

yet keep on creating

words with our breath

we're pro-life and death

You give what you get

you're owned like the rent

spend life in enraged

by the caged innocents

frozen and phased

by the chains on your neck
exposed in the way
you defy to respect

America

where murder's more the merrier

our business is belligerence

and corporate hysteria

privatize this area

purify the character

witness

the land of the sickest

people in existence

That Loaded Word

It's my fate that I fear
not the love that we share
because that will surely lessen
with every drunk confession
you'll know that I'll never hurt you
and in that growing comfort
you'll crave a better hunter
that will give you the pain
you seek to suffer through
and hate the way I'm loving you