Molotov Holocaust

Prison pistol head banger,
Got wet starring off a cliff hanger
Got wads of cash to wipe my ass with,
Look in the trash for my stash of dime bag bitches.
Got told twice, woke up glad with the stitches!

Oh my god what a concept,
I bit the hand that had the best chemicals,
Now I trail off the edge with sawed off testicles,
Jokes made, don't make quick with the spectacles.

I jumped first, gun in hand, made demands.
At first glance everything seemed irrational,
To no surprise, my demise came quite fashionable.

Left over scab picked to bleed just to see what it feels like to me!
Unbeknownst pain was a pleasure, clever endeavors of pulling levers,
I lap up the blood with my bittersweet tongue, at least that's what I'm told!
Black out knight, boiling pot scolds. Empty bottle, hollow shell, what the hell!
Backed out fights, spoiling bought golds. Empty bottle, hollow shell, what the hell!

Time an irrelevancy, sifting through muddled piss.
God what I'd give to get a whiff of justice.
Doesn't seem to be a thing I can achieve,
Hallway screams of bruising and shattered teeth,
Can't believe I could even stay asleep,
As the stains creep along the walls!

Got caught making love again,
I've never felt so upset,
I never wanted to smell the sweat,
The noises play but make no sense!
Got caught making love again,
I've never felt so upset,
The noises play but make no sense!

Hannibal Lecter's Last Letter of Lecture

Contorted corpses lip less,
Stinkin' like horse shit in my basement.
Last saw light beamin' off a spaceship,
Fuck your words! Complacent and ancient sanctions.

Essential prevention to the industry,
Hypo-critic, faux generic, meticulytes,
Stitch your face shut, gettin' high on satellites!

Awkward proposal of ingenuity,
Skinless and limbless, you look so pathetic,
Aggressive, suggestive, you're like a diarrhetic!

Got a fat lip from callin' all the shots.
Got a lot of piss to twist and turn the knobs.
Got sick from an insistent slobbing twat,
Well guess what, I like to freeze.
Gonna burn the bridge anyway I please!

I heard that the pickens are easy,
So ripe I get hyped just with the thought,
So steer clear of the knee's before she see's me,
Got a lot to say but I'll stop, I'll stop and relay!
Birds and the bee's sure do love to play!

Get your hands off my hands,
But please please me ma'am!
Get your back back on the bed,
Love it when you smile as your legs spread!

Curtain call, takin' off my overalls!
Raped for my crops by non stop big wigs,
Felt so great, couldn't even keep my dick stiff.
Holy shit, give me a break.
Where's the love and hate, where's my escape?
Shock value is all I got, as the sheep herd
to the killing plots!

Lavender Child

There's something in the water.
There's something in the air.
Something unfamiliar,
Something over there.

With a crooked finger,
Nose turned to the sky,
A scent so sweetly lingers,
A gleam to catch my eye.

Hidden by oaken strangers,
Far from visions peak,
Through the mountains under,
There's a darkness that seeps.

What has awoken me from slumber,
Blinded by a weary state.
Not rain nor thunder, snow or sleet,
Could have awoken me from my deep sleep.

There's something in the water,
There's something in the air.
Something unfamiliar,
Through twisted tree's it stares.

Is it beast or demon
Alive or dead?
I hear it breathing
Lamenting blood shed.

Guts spoiled, heart beating on hinges.
Head hot, fist clenched, grim cringes.
I thrust into the under brush,
Daggers drawn, the moment rushed,
Held my tongue, as there it was.
So close, but not close enough!

Back through the woods,
Back to the lake.
I lay my head once more,
Waiting for the bait.

The Jester and the King

Take what I can from the daylight,
Gotta find the humor in the bad things,
Gotta find a way to stay happy.

Don't mind giving back, give you all my time.
All I ask, is that we kick back like we always do,
Killin' it, chillin', livin' with love on those lazy days,
the hardest part is waking up, we make the biggest mistakes.

It ain't about falling down, it's about keeping solid ground.
Keep your word, stay true, don't forget what we been through.

I stay hung up on what we've built,
Empty handed, no dollar bills,
Just cheap drinks and good company.
If you put your trust in me, I do the same,
That way when we face the good fight,
We know our true side, cause when we die,
I'll be holding tight, steady eyed,
Knowing all along, that the price was right.

It ain't about falling down, it's about keeping solid ground.
Keep your word, stay true, don't forget what we been through.

I got bruises heavy, head injuries, plenty.
Seen my fair share of world class nightmares.
But I got this old boy, he got my back.
When the bullets spread, he's on attack.
Give me what he has, fat stacks, thirty racks.
No matter the objections, his soul forever projecting,
All I see is streams of gold, worth protecting.

I know when this skin crumbles back to the earth,
This fire will burn, and all the people who hurt will learn,
That some things will never change.

Let go, echo, I said let go.
It all ends one day, might as well be happy.
Let go, echo, I said let go.
Might as well be happy, each chapter, an aftermath of mapping.

Space Bag to the Last Drag

It would have been so easy to change.
What lurked inside had wanted me to stay.
Misery takes and gives to the betrayed.
I took what I could from my mistakes,
so maybe one day the mirror on the wall,
won't keep me in place, feeling so small.

Push for a chance to rearrange the words.
Make them bold make them sting,
Hot, scolding, covering everything,
Put the curse in reverse, pulled out by a string.

Look at it, look at it, feel the dramatics.
I've had it with accidents, chasing things that don't make sense.
Pendulum swing, repetitious dreams.
What is this vile feeling, thought I'd die before ever truly healing.
Have another drink while I wait for the ceiling to cave in.

Sometimes a well placed fuck is in order.
I prefer the room with cigarette stench for borders.
Whore matters not, as every key seems to turn her precious lock.
Sex always in stock at her tiny shanty shop.
Don't mind the clock as the sweat drops.

Need a home to crawl into, a deep dark hole that swallows.
Where the noise of the night life isn't muddled
by the strife of violent struggles.
Where the people share love instead of dissatisfaction of never having enough.
Trust when I say that this place does exist,
spoken from the cold lips of a mistress myth.

I Saw the Cracks In Your Skin

Go back to sleep, forging ahead, a new reality.
Slipping between the sheets of distant freaks,
I get weak when I think about losing you.

Sweat on your forehead, scratches on my back,
Proof that we both lack self control.
I'll stay hidden away next to the door, head on the floor.

Next thing you know, I start saying things I don't mean.
Next thing we know, you're begging me not to leave.
I once treasured the thought of faith,
I left it behind when my god watched me burn alive.

I wasn't expecting you to look so good in the light,
I wasn't expecting to give a shit, shell shocked when I did.
Why did you feel so safe in my arms, why did I run so far.
We try so hard, just to fall apart, but that is the art, of breaking hearts.

I get inpatient, complacent and angry,
When I lay alone and wonder who's taking my place.
Even though my bed burns red hot, I want what I cannot have,
Being human has always made me laugh.

Maybe we can take hold, to break the mold.
Get out of the confines we needed socially,
So maybe finally you won't fear approaching me.
I like when these ghosts are choking me,
It's more real than numbing my mind to the lies
I have been force fed my entire life.

Hold onto pleasure like there's nothing else,
We never change, frozen, still framed.
It's a damn shame that this is the game we play,
Maybe one day, we can envision a place where our children can lay
And admire our struggles, One day, we can pray.

Ah, Chloroform, My Favorite Cologne

I fall to depths of descension
Clawing forth through deaths dimension
Awkward mannequins, desperate for attention
But I, know that time, is the master here.
Skin peels as the smoke clears.

The crown has an overbearing smell,
Thick with thorns and blood,
Boils thick resentment, makes me sick, acceptance.
Who were you when we left it for dead,
Just like the evidence that slept on your bed.

Never had the pleasure of cutting deep into the skin.
Musing a smile as each breath takes its' toll.
Guess consistency can cause a seizure in the prophecy,
Guess there's no harm in bending your arms, gritting my teeth
at the sounding alarms.

Wrenched open your chest, to see what's inside.
To my surprise, I felt the beating of something alive.
It was hard to uncover, buried in lies, but what I liked most,
Is the fact that it was quite cold.

Cliche organs, mindless orphans, failed abortions.
Life is a funny thing to cling onto, when everyone around you,
Wants what you have, I am guilty, I am.

Frenzied with lust, drink till unconscious.
Let me break my own hands, took what I wanted,
Regardless of right and wrong, I see black and white.
I fucked away my trophy wife, I licked my lips
At the slightest sight of healthy hips.

Bury the stranger, avoid all the danger, let out your anger.
Gentle one, it's ok to feel, don't go numb.
Quite one, it's ok to scream, don't you worry about a thing.
Bury the stranger, become a god, avoid the danger of playing along.

Up Against the Ropes (We're Already Dead!)

Pitty pot, you got lost receiving props.
Who is my mom, and where is my pops?
Who gave authorities legal cause
To search and destroy my scheming plot

Trickle effect, gave birth to a reject
Who tries to make sense with a piece of wood
and a Pen. What is his defect, I seem to recollect
His eclectic sense of emergency.
It's tied deeply to his wounds,
Scars he earned in the womb.

Piss on the poor, smoke all the drugs,
We are immune to death from above.
Satanic hopes, and angelic flaws,
Dig in deep, and wait for the pause.

Spread the race thick,
Till the lines of the earth are laced with
The scum of our genetic basis.
Eat till you puke, kill and abuse,
The lessons of society,
I hold em' tight against the light
Till they lose sight of me.
Covered in shit, Oh "God All Mighty".

We got a long way to go,
We got a long way to go,
I hope you know what really grows
Underneath your feet,
Through the slick of your soles,
Through the rips in your rolls.
Hold onto that rope, tight around a neck, choke.