Well Dressed

It's how we grieve like death's unimpressed
It's how we live like there's a monetary cost of success
It's how we breed like it's the answer to our sadness
It's how we read into the lies that brings us madness 
It's how we leave like breath from a chest
out into the world to become everything unseen
If this was a dream I think I'd never sleep again
Too many demons for me to comprehend

Ovoviviparous

I trust you
to know the difference
between a judgement and an inference
when I look the other way
while you're expressing your opinions

My desire is to slander
your one way path to danger
slap the shit out of a neighbor
to remind them you're a stranger

I trust you out of habit
in the hopes it's worth the practice
last time I got my ass kicked
I learned nothing's truly classic

My hope is
when we both kiss
there's explosions out of focus
we burn hot where the smoke is
smoldering beneath the roses

in short

to contribute
to compromise
to not just not lie
to tell the truth when asked why
these things matter
we need look no further than the way things are
to understand the importance of honesty
because honestly, there's not an honest thing
about the way we conduct ourselves
there's no honor or nobility
we have the means but lack ability
to consider the consequences
of living so selfishly
as a species we'll be reaping
the fruits of no savior
there's no redeeming this type of behavior 

Choke

Lost in the worth of the moment
loss in the worth of a vote
I tend to words like the worst
kind of food in your throat
what's worse than a world
with the illusion of hope
a knot in a rope
with no suicide note
what's worse than a world
with the illusion of hope
a thought so absurd
it ruins the joke

Fred's Dead

You need
chaos
in your soul
So we gave
birth
to self-control

What more
can you teach me
when I've got
Nietzsche
When I'm high
I get preachy
about the world
that I'm seeking
to die in
like a giant
cut down
at his
lowest
point

Obsolessons

Cutting down trees for trash
branching out with fees
just to feed the stash
fulfilling their wishes
out of privilege
and the village they live in
is guarded by the guise
that they're serving religion
where faith isn't given
it's taught
children are the subjects
and subject is God
they call it a republic
but the public has lost touch
we were trees
now we're saw dust 
and it's hard to be modest
while they're raping the goddess
I feel displaced like a product
because I know that they've got us
in the bag
and there's a price on my tag


 

That You're Far Too Smooth

For three years I had seen the world through a her-colored lens
Now I'm jaded by the shade of her perspective on who I am
it doesn't matter when the truth is subjective
women are weapons when you trigger them
forcing me to be bigger than the moment
there are things I can hold
when my temper unfolds
it's origami in her hands
she demands I bend to distraught decisions
but I don't give in
because I'm too stubborn to be stupid
so I'm aborting
and baby, I do love you
but I can't afford to ignore
the horrible truth  

We All Float Down Here

Democracy is now the monster
try to keep your head above the water
for every man drowns
as the coins weigh down
his pockets
and he sinks into the darkness
reborn in the form
of mindless robotics
he's here to buy products
and occupy land
they altered economics
to undermine man's
position
and make him fall into submission
subservient to pay the rent
to the landlord
put down your damn sword
and be entertained
now watch the damn score
of the damned game

One Seventeen

To bend the will
of another mans
mind
is a crime we define
as borderline acceptable
to watch for the thrill
as another man dies
is a line we'll cross
with some type of chemical
the way that a priest
or the weatherman
lies
defines what we find
as ethical behavior
when the storm rolls by
and you're still outside
know it's gonna rain on
you and your neighbor

Cake Who're

She is not mine or anyone else's
I try to be selfless in the way I embellish
my words
I try to be honest in the way that I talk
to her
for one true thing
is all I need
to have a little faith in humanity
to turn this anger into something better
than hate
to turn this rage into something
that turns a page
and nothing less
than my absolute best 

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