Lyrics

In Sickness and in Health


May It Never End

back to the beginning
haven’t found any meaning
need to search with more feeling
fill this room to it’s ceiling

back to the beginning
haven’t found any meaning
once again now with feeling
feel this world without fearing

back to the beginning
haven’t found any meaning
once again now with feeling
fill this world to it’s ceiling


Grind (money crotch)

Sick. You’re sick
Sick. You’re sick
Sick. Like the disease you are
You’re sick

Justify your illness
Justify your hording
Justify your madness
Justify your

Oh my god, I’m so hot
Look at me I believe I deserve everything that I’ve got
And no one can say I’m not

We’re the greatest, most famous, charadists
You hate us, yet praise us, parade us
Encase us in papers and make us
Your basis of baseless and brainlessness
stasis Salaciously painless, forgave us
our wasteness, such graciously, patient, aimless, patrons

Abandoned freedom for lust
Abandoned coping, invoking and hoping justice is just
Abandon creating trust
The air we’re breathing is thick
Polluted foundries, looted counties given litters to pick
We’re even afraid to quip
you’re fucking

Sick. You’re sick
Sick. You’re

Sick of helping the rest
Sick of helping, developing the yelping patrons we’ve pressed
Sick of all their request

Shamelessly hating, degrading the fading
and aching forsaken Persuading the taken
to waiting for shavings mistakenly taking
the scrapings as aidings while shaking
down, breaking down, taking down their vacant ancient moral havens

Abandoned freedom for lust
Abandoned coping, invoking and hoping justice is just
Abandon creating trust
The air we’re breathing is thick
Polluted foundries, looted counties given litters to pick
We’re even…
You’re fucking

Sick. You’re sick


By Hook or By Crooked Automatic Assault Rifle

We made the knives
that took our lives
We made the guns
that killed our sons
We start the wars
to sell some more
We fight the hate
that we create
We're the disease
spread over seas
We're the ideal
without appeal
We're the corrupt
while we instruct
We are the damned
while we command

Decreed
Received
Believed
Deceived

We Destroy

Everything we love
Everything we hate
Everything we dismantle so we can taste
Everything we want
Everything we need
Everything that can we will make fucking bleed

Douse the fires
with gasoline
Browse the pyres
that now careen
Trounce desire
we find obscene
Rage entire;
no ends to mean

Fuck their morals
Fuck their laws
Fuck their quarrels
with our faults
Fuck for pleasure
Fuck for wads
of fucking cash
‘cause we are gods

Decreed
Received
Believed
Deceived

We Destroy

Everything we love
Everything we hate
Everything we dismantle so we can taste
Everything we want
Everything we need
Everything that can we will make fucking bleed

We Destroy


An Afternoon with the Dead Living

Bring out your dead!
Bring out your dead!
Are we instead
the ones who've bled?

I'm feeling quite dizzy
Life's got me uneasy
Here comes all the needy
Bleeding from their hearts

Running for cover, shunning our brothers
Stunning to see how closely we are to each other
Shut all the shutters, gut all the cupboards
Guard with your life now those things for you and your lover

Please don't let me die like this
Please let me provide my kids
With some kind of life guidance
So that they are not all frightened
Sometimes we are misguided
Wolves thrown to the lions
Roughs don't always have diamonds
Poseidon ends up on trident

It only feels like the dead are rising
When in fact it's just us joining them as we're dying

Bring out your dead!
Bring out your dead!
They must be fed
With all our heads

Grab all your shotgun shells
Unleash your inner hell
Until they all have fell
We will all survive

Nobody's comin'? Where is their drummin'?
Electric hummin' sends shivers straight up our backs
All of a sudden somebody summoned
us by the dozens to be the first to attack

Why am I knocking down doors?
Why am I the wild boar?
Why does it feel I've ignored
the reasons we were fighting for?
These vile things that I deplore
never had weapons they bore
What a stupid bunch of corpse
What was their plan to win before?

It only feels like the dead are rising
When in fact it's just us joining them as we're dying

This unjust win
Where by, where in
We've killed our kin
Hangs low our chin
But with some spin
We can begin
To change what's been
And absolve sin
Absolve our sin
Absolve our sin
ABSOLVE our sin
ABSOLVE OUR SIN

It only feels like the dead are rising
When in fact it's just us joining them as we're dying


Said the Scientist to the Back of His Head

Broke down, defective. My brain seems infected.
So let's all dissect it. And find out what's septic.
This cryptic, reflected perspective selected
has left me a skeptic of accepted methods.
An epic electric, eclectic, dyslexic
pathetic, decrepit, eccentric, poetic man.
Somehow I only end up with my bloodstains on my hands.
Somehow I'm only fed up with things I once thought I understand.
This bland, unplanned, offhand American
will not withstand the grand remand at hand;
Of public land; of hourglass sand;
Of all our power and our command.

Dry heave these rivers of fire of desire of greed
Believe you're a winner your brighter and aspire to be someone who will deliver and succeed
But your naive and don't consider times expired, your no survivor and none the wiser to what the world truly does need
So fuck it all, lets have a ball, and l-o-l or else my brain may become splattered wall debris

My failure’s alive!
My jailor inside
‘s a traitor tonight!
And favors his right
to waiver his life!
This plight he fights most every night;
What's wrong what's right;
What's real what's trite;
What's still in sight.
He shows me the ledge!
He wants to be fed!
Then asks me to pledge
that this ain't the end!
Help me believe, help me deceive,
help me to see this don't have to be my reality.
It's all been bred.
It mauls my head.
It fails instead
to prove we're not dead.
Prove we’re not dead.
I'm dead.


Joe Candidate

Sometimes it feels like this is pivotal
Like, life ain't trivial
Like, I’m fighting for a cause and all political
Yet, we're individual
in this age of digital
Lost faith we're indivisible
Fore fathered thoughts' forgettable
In other countries people die for things formidable
Our simple deaths are oh so livable
Yet our love for being martyred ‘s unconditional
I wonder if we're even diacritical
If principles are still transmittable
Our solutions always seem medicinal
Subliminal war criminals
Irresistible imbeciles
The unsinkable pitiful
A fictional pinnacle
Our biblical citadel has left us immiscible
Unconditional unforgivable unequivocal unpredictable
Inexplicable-ly cynical

Down
With
Us

Jesus runnin’; second comin’; Baggers dug in; Elmer Fuddin’
Toutin’ guns yet women nothin’; every one em takin’ somethin’
Crushin’ hope while hopes becomin’ nothin’ but a ton of nothin’
Begun lovin’ shunin’ loved ones just to show ‘em won't be outdone
Being filthy rich is a crime
Where in which they say we can climb
By bewitching us with sublime
While they switch our dollars to dimes
Designed lines constrict; defined minds convict
The blind are inclined to restrict ours eyes with addict
-tion Strip maligned pricks, ornate kind, and bind
their lives to the crypt
Why can't we all get along?
Why must the weak cower to strong?
Why can't we admit we're wrong?
Why can't I just hit this bong?
Stay calm we're good
Just Mis un der stood
Be fair we're just
products of lust, but

Down with us


Love in the Time of Zero Fucks Given

He reaches up to find the light
The light acknowledges polite-
ly While shoving back with all it's might
He never thought he'd find himself here
He craves to fight against the night
The night is what he finds unsight-
ly Though when he's here it all feels right
He doesn't know what to hold dear

That lust for endless burning
Only sees ash returning
Undoing all his earning
All he can sense now is it's
Cold cold cold

Where'd all those dreams go
They've all turned to ashen snow
Filling up this hole
All he can sense now that is it's grown
Cold cold cold

Pulls himself out onto dry land
Pulls himself to the fire from frying pan
Pulls a breathe from deep within this tired man
sucking in the world 'round him as best he can
He is this hate
that he's endured
He is the night that was once obscured
Light can't withhold
all he enfolds
He's turned to fire all those things that used to be
Cold cold cold

Where'd all those dreams go
They've all turned to ashen snow
Filling up this hole
All he can sense now that is it's grown
Cold cold cold


Ride ‘em, Cowboy!

Reach for the stars, my little sheep
Stretch arms out far I'll be discreet
Intensions aren't but planned deceit
Play unaware while robbed of keep

Re-erecting bags of flesh
Re-infecting those bereft
Reigniting fears suppressed
Redefining "until death"
Help
(We keep doing the same fucking thing again and again)
Help


We, the Terrorism

Puncturing our brains,
they try to hold our reins,
so that they can contain
our views of their decree
A permanent campaign
by those who're preordained
Will we ever regain
the right to act as free?

This is the story of our lives
This is the part where we all die
Can someone please just change my mind?
Or should I just be the first to start saying my goodbyes?

Gotta go and find my rainbow
Gotta go and get positive
Gotta go and get my eyes sewn
‘Cause there is no alternative
Gotta go and fill these cry holes
Why am I so inquisitive?

Danger: present; clear
It's headlights for us deer
Our payment is severe,
yet we want no control
Living with our fear
We're lustful for some cheer
But it's not cool to care
so lets go with the flow

This is the story of our lives
This is the part where we all die
Can someone please just change my mind?
Or should I just be the first to start saying my goodbyes?


‘Till Death Do Us Part

Fuck failure
I'm a carnivore
Killin’ all y’all dinosaurs
With meatier, superior, meteor-like lyrical
thought that ought to wrought craters
on the paper

These lyrics ain't ever gonna changes anyone's lives
These mother fucking lyrics ain't even attempted to change mine
We still a
buncha
killa
gorilla
without a reason to live better lives

Born with one foot in the grave
Bored with these sin that cause us to slave
Born from the minds of all those that have gave
birth to these confines in the first place
Bored with all of their lies designed so that we forgave
our traitors

These dictators

These people's power over people, empowered by a steeple
Gleeful we cower fetal, enfeebled doubters, “freed” by deceitful cowards
Who scour, weasel their sour power upheaval of fecal mater
Medieval, cathedral evil, illegal
While they overpower and tower over our flowers, spread eagle
And fuck us pussies without reprieval it's all cerebral

We're still breathin'
They still decievin'
We're still livin' in
This shit condition

Pull this hatred from out my head
Dull this jaded pointed view I dread
Where
I shred, behead till red is bled from every head
of state of men who lead and tread on mast-ed thread
and spread, embed, misled our old, our kids unfed no bed
you'd think they had some kind conscience
But
They don't
They should give a fuck but they won't
That's why my lyrics tend to be at their throat
That's why I care so much about these words that I wrote
I hope
For greater

Now hit that fader

Fuck failure





The Proper Way To Fail


Hide Your Children

Doesn’t believe in a god, but finds himself always knelt
Wants to believe in this world, but has no faith in himself
His wealth of knowledge is slim; His pockets even more thin
And when his heart opens up, he finds its muscles gone limp
Futility fills his lungs.  Morality of mortality, where his pride is hung
He lives among us, goes unsung while making fun of everyone
Sprung forth undoes what’s done by none
While gums find cheek buried with tongue

Save us, Save us, Save us
Why won’t this beast leave us alone?
His talent seems valiant, but challenge our gallant built palace
So malice unbalanced will silence this callous abhorrence
To save us from heinous old credence to keep us on the throne

Save us, Save us, Save us
Why this beast just up and go?
 From where he came, no one can say
Who can we blame? To make them pay
The skies go grey, foundations shake
As he does bray his wretched name

 Now let your inner beast call

Gonna challenge your hopes, gonna challenge your dreams
Gonna leverage these words, crowbar you open
Cold hearted, uncharted, restarted, self pardoned, retarded
You don’t have to be so guarded
Cause every little thing I’m gonna say is self doubted
But if you sittin’, feelin’ like your bombarded
Stay ign’ant and disregard it

Get pregnant and pass the buck
Is it out of love the world we hand ‘em’s fucked?
Is it ‘cause we desperate money’s dick gets sucked?
Is it ‘cause we pussies all our balls are tucked?
Well, let me tell you why our balls are tucked.
Big business turned us into robots.
Big media got us hard up for smut.
Big Pharma says refill up..

We ask: Is it just the drugs?  Is it just our youth?
Are we just lazy?  What the fuck’s the truth?
What the fuck’s the use? Is this too obtuse?
Is this reasoning just one big excuse?

Fuck that.  I say Let’s untuck our balls
I say Let’s get George’s big dick out our jaws
Our cause is not a clause; applause will have to pause
Redraw our moral laws and let your inner beast call
 
 
Sucktown, USA

Flex them pockets full of money
Flex them pockets full of pride
Flex them pockets full from flexing all our sweaty backs
RAWHIDE!
Open wide; step inside
Let me guide this here ride
I don’t need any of your permission, don’t need y’all to in-
Vite us to the table but it’s our blood in the glasses
Feeding us what we want to hear but Soylent Green’ed our asses
The vastness, of actions used to dull our sense us
Don’t you think we’ll catch on once we taste the shit you passed us?
This beef is classic
Put out to the pasture
Hope’s our only weapon but they cobwebs in our gatzes
You dirty ratsez, you rat fucking bastards
Hope y’all niggas chokin’ on our bones while you try to ‘ats us

Bring me to the gallows
They may have saved our town, but whoever wanted to be straight and narrow?
Bring me to the gallows
Their lips were silky soft and sweet, but their tongues were slings and arrows

           Look at y’all chattin’, y’all chewin’ the fat again
Satin napkin wipin’ away grease I spittin’
     Well fuck your cash and fuck your action
You stuck and gassed, I’m blessed with passion
Think I’m a joke ‘cause I live broke?
Learned more lessons in this world through my sweat stained shirt.
Got hands all pretty ‘cause y’all just sissy
You may bare your teeth, my adam’s apple grizzy
               So enjoy that power up in your tower
Cause one day we gonna realize that they built on these streets of ours
An’ when the concrete move; you gonna get knocked down to
Our world and then y’all see what it’s like to be the fat chewed thru

SURPRISE! We found out your lies
Devised a try at a savage enterprise
The wise belie your guise, you deny they’re allies
So I’ll say all my goodbyes; sign off on my demise and cry…

 Bring me to the gallows
 …the gallows
 
 
He Who Finishes First is Finished First

Hey! Hey!
Everybody’s coming, Everybody’s coming
Everybody’s coming, Everybody’s coming
Everybody’s here to play
Everybody’s running, Everybody’s racing
Everybody’s chasing; grabbing for tomorrow
While it’s still only today
Everbody’s slipping, Everybody’s twisting
Everybody’s changing, Everybody’s slunking
Hoping to keep up the pace

We machine the machines to machine machining time to keep up with all the machines
Make machines, make babies, make disease, make money, make believe, make us see, make us…

Make Haste!
Hey!

No rest for the lonely, the weary are working too hard
Got to change, got to try and be ready for more, more, more…

We
Create
Our creations
To create

Make Haste!
Hey!

How long is this going to last?  I can’t always go this fast.
PAUSE TO QUESTION WASTES YOUR TIME.  EVEN JUST ONCE YOU’LL FALL BEHIND
I want to enjoy what I’ve learned
ONCE OBSOLETE THERE’S NO RETURN
I guess there’s not much time to waste!
THAT’S RIGHT NOW MOVE YOUR ASS AND-

MAKE HASTE!

HEY!
 
 
This Commercialism Sure Means Business…

There’s a party in my brain and I think I’m going to party
There’s a party in my watch and it’s always time to party
There’s a party in this get up and I’m dressed up in this party
There’s a party on this platter and I’m serving up this here party
There is a party in this bottle; doctor’s orders are to party
There’s a party in this stick shift driving drunk here in this party
There’s a party in this image and it looks like it’s a party
There’s a party in these condoms and I’m gonna… fucking… party

Party now       It’s your job
It’s your job   To party now

There’s a party on my arm but she’s really just a trophy
She thinks that we’re in love but she don’t really even know me
She’s got her hand inside my wallet, mine is creeping up her leg towards her zipper
You know she fucking papi good and what she take out my back pocket’s what I tip her
I got a party at my side but he’s really just a bankroll
He thinks that we’re in love, but anything can be bought and sold
Truth be told he ain’t too bright and he don’t really even deserve me
But I think he got the means to keep this party going…

We have to find a party in this world we call a party
We have to party party in this party we call party
We party party party, in this party party party
Party party party party party party party party party

Party now       It’s your job
It’s your job   To party now


Cancer

I wanna tell you, wanna show, wanna let you know
About this great new doctrine makes you feel good head to toe
You’ll wanna eat it up, you’ll want a bowl and spoon
You’ll wanna yum yum yum yum yum
You cleaned your plate let’s have some fun

There’s nothing left for my brothers
We’ll have to kill all the others
My face will go undiscovered
All you have to do

Shave
Your
Head
Now

I have no clue, I’m such a fool, I’m not quite sure just what to do
I need a motto, -ism, mantra oh here’s something new
It’s digging deeper to my core, it touched my pussy I’m a whore
But if it’s good that does the raping only more good’s born

There’s nothing left for my brothers
We’ll have to kill all the others
My face will go undiscovered
All you have to do

Shave
Your
Head
Now

Im so immoral
I’ve been cruel
I feel so lonely
Did I just drool?
I can’t believe it’s all I’ve been
We may as well give in

Shave Your Head Now
 
 
The Proper Way To Fail

That bitch the world she says I’m useless
Spent my life tryin’ a seize her
They call me Brutus; A nuisance
Annoyed my head’s inside your nooses
Gone toothless, there’s acid in my mucus
It takes me time to find my patience
I’m anxious
Everyone out there lacking frankness
They thankless
Until they preying on me like I was the Sanctus
Let me confess this world is headed for damnation
While money fucking power
We hold our dicks in anticipation
Deflation, castration, sudden prostration
As if our asses begging for insemination
Wake up, take up the fight and learn how the fuck to shake up
A system whose only words seem to be to pay up, I’m fed up
This shits a mother fucking set up

This is not a game
We are all to blame
Profits for your name
Reclaim
           Your Honor

That bitch the world she’s trying to puke us
The stomach cancer that we are has grown due to hubris
We’re fruitless
Our tree of knowledge bears no wisdom cause it’s trunk is rootless
Wake up every morning tired
Acquired the desire for a life that’s uninspired
So that thought goes unrequired; now stupidity’s what’s admired
Fine with everything that’s transpired; brain retired till you expire
What we doing?  What we done?
If life’s a barrel full of laughter then I’ll be the joker to put my head against the gun
And spray the walls with fun, so everyone can come, among brains flung
To make fun of the thoughtful art that I’ve become
I’m sick of everybody bitchin’
Shovellin’ hard unaware the grave’s the ditch your diggin’
Unflintchin’
Enrichin’ maggots ‘bove our reachin’

This is not a game
We are all to blame
Profits for your name
Reclaim
         Your Honor
 
 
The Hazzards

The pain
It grows inside of me
The pain
It won’t let me be
It can never be too great; just the will too weak
Shame
It knows how I feel
Shame
It won’t let me heal
I never got to tell you how I felt, but now the time is gone

Please don’t let her go this way
Please let me take her place
Please don’t let her feel the pain
Stop crying my love

Hate
I think I’ve lost my mind
Hate
On my head it dines
I’ve given up, given out, given in, but never given another chance
Stop
Oh god
Stop
I’m so numb

Please just let it end so I can let it go… just let it go
Please don’t let her go this way
Please let me take her place
Please don’t let her feel the pain
Stop crying my love

Come on girly don’t try to fight it
Come on girly it’s bliss unrequited
I already feel bad enough despite it
But I can’t just sit and watch

You let her go this way
You didn’t let me take her place
You let her feel all of the pain
My love’s stopped crying
 

The Cataclysmic Bliss Will Be Grand As We Burn Into Oblivion

We’re getting dirty
We’re rarely clean
We’re further up the creek
We’re getting dirty
We’re rarely clean
The wolf’s really a sheep
Mud soaked water fills the well
Drink it slowly and you can barely tell
We’re getting dirty
We’re rarely clean
We salted all the meat
We’re getting dirty
We’re rarely clean
Keep all remorse discreet
               -
We’re getting dirty
We’re rarely clean
We fell into the creek
We’re getting dirty
We’re rarely clean
The wolf is eating sheep
Question elders; plant their bones
Spoils of victory; your turn to save your throat
We’re getting dirty
We’re rarely clean
We’re all just rotting meat
We’re getting dirty
We’re rarely clean
Remorse, repent, repeat
Somewhere it shows we planted weeds to sow
Somewhere it shows it’s no one’s fault but our own
We’re getting dirty
We’re rarely clean
It’s like we’re fast asleep
We’re getting dirty
We’re rarely clean
I think we’re in too deep
We’re getting dirty
We’re getting dirty
We’re getting dirty
We’re rarely clean
 
 
There Are Only Two Things You Can Do with a Sinking Ship

Lost ships must sink to be found treasure
You said that you only wanted us to be come closer together
But in fact you wanted to save me so that you could be a martyr
Lost ships must sink to be found

So either step aside
Or you can help me die
But I won’t justify
You’re self-crucified

Lost ships must sink to be found treasure
If you love me than you’d never ask me to pull the gun from my head
You’d just laugh with me at the joke of me pulling the trigger instead
Lost ships must sink to be found

You thought that you could change my stance
You thought you’d use some quick romance
But it’s painted clearly to see
This was for you and not for me
You’re not my savior
You’re not my martyr
You’re not my lover
You’re just another one of my regrets
 
 
 : )

Belief
Is what you see
Design yourself accordingly
Belief
Is all you need
As long as you can reconfigure yourself externally

Just stitch and sew
‘Till they are sold
My body’s show
I’m so beautiful
Push the envelope
Push so I can cope
Will this change my soul?
Push till we make it so
Etc.

Gonna get herself a nice taught complexion
Perhaps due to injection
Do what you gotta do 
‘Cause what are we, if we’re not at our best
Ignored and lonely never mind the rest
And don’t we all want success in excess?
Do what you gotta do

Make it so you’re just like all the things you believe
Make it so you’re just like all the things you believe
Make it so you’re just like all the one’s you deceive
Make it so 
You can never be wrong if it’s all a lie
You will always belong as long as you’re always in disguise
Just stitch and sew
I’m so beautiful
Push the envelope
Push so I can cope
Push till we
Etc.
 
 
 
Raise a Glass to Our Future Selves

We saw it coming we did nothing
I’m sorry
The fruits of flies have hatched and now they’re starving
The selfish wrecks writhing on the ground
Their hands are up, but our palms face down

Sometimes it feels like it’s done for us all
We never quite learn to fall

We saw it coming we did nothing
I’m sorry
The fumes are toxic but are sold like honey
We mourn our failures once we’ve kicked them down
The hopes and dreams we had are gagged and bound

Sometimes it feels like it’s done for us all
We never quite learn to fall

Sometimes it gets so hard
Sometimes we take things too far
Our gold idols cracked and weathered fall
We gather scraps to feed our dirty maws

Sometimes it feels like it’s done for us all
We never quite learn to fall
We saw it coming we did nothing
I’m sorry
We saw it coming but we never quite learned to fall 

Learn to fall.