Distorted dreams are kicking in
Subtle explosive reaction
What if it takes all I got?
Audacity in a shot

Where do we go from here?
What is wrong my dear?
Silent mad noise echoes
Dead to rights we all go

Yearning for absent sense of time
Slightly toggled for a crime
I don't know if we'll survive
But we will carry on

Where do we go from here?
What is wrong, my dear?
Silent black noise echoes
Dead to rights we all go

Where do we go from here?
What is wrong, my dear?
Can't get my head out of this song
What is that I'm doing wrong?


Charged

Let me be your fifty percent
I agree with half of what you said
I know that there's work to be done
but I'm here for the equal parts of fun

Let me help you start a riot
I'll throw the first stone into the pit
Now you can fight me back
as tear gas burns our eyes

You're an empty shotgun and I'm a round you can use to light up the empty sky tonight
Fireworks don't mean a thing without gunpowder
So light this punk on fire and make it right

Let me be your fifty percent
You'll be an angel and I'll be Satan
We'll dance around the fire until it's gone

You be the sun and I'll be the rain
You be the healer and I'll be the pain
You can be sound and I will be deranged


Negative

A cover of Bad Religion's "Don't Pray On Me" off of Recipe for Hate. 

Don't Pray On Me

Lovesick (The Buits)

Nicole doesn't wanna be in the band (The Buits)

Burn my house down

Broken glass nights
Broken head days
Sunnyvale apts had its ways

Josh playing Fifa
Smoking dope on the couch
Liza Ballerina
Hooking up with Mark 

Lindy crashing bikes without brakes
Tripping balls in a room

Beer, whiskey, drugs, and broken glass
Living room mosh pits were a blast

No sleep 'til the sun comes out
Mariscos is in our route

We are sunnyvale 201



Sunnyvale

Possessed II

Michael challenged me to record of a cover of a song he likes (Mercy Me by Alkaline Trio) and that I hadn't heard before in 48 hours. This is the outcome. 

Mercy Me

robots || caballeros

There was a time

Well I keep on getting older but I fear that not much better and my time is getting shorter gotta figure out what’s in my head or admit defeat to the demons and the angels that are currently paying no rent.

So I sit in utter darkness to observe the utter dorkness of the thoughts that come from nowhere but I got my suspicions…

How’s my dog?
how’s the world? shit, why’d I ask
This preamble’s making me sick 

When I die bury me in the sky in a frozen glass coffin.

Frozen Glass Coffin

Sick Shit

No Purpose

Perpetual motion machine of self deception
fooling everyone around
destructive ideas cause intolerable futures
and no one can make a sound

Those that make noise are put back in line 
thru persecution and are stigmatized 
because in order to win you must play by the rules
in this game that we call life

fuck that, burn up the bridges and question traditions
like it’s your part time job

exonerated, clearly, perverse ideas enable a dystopia 
nuclear warheads launch at the touch of a button, at the hands of xenophobia

Where did we come from? Are we alone in space?
These mysteries we must embrace

We’ll find the answers or maybe we won’t
but not knowing everything’s ok

Perpetual Motion Machine Of Self Deception

Reggae cover of "Three Shits to the Wind" by NOFX

Three Shits To The Wind (NOFX Cover)

Meaningless

All My Little Words

How can I have a conversation with someone who doesn’t want me to exist?
How do we correct for the injustice and suffering caused by a system of death?

The game is fixed
Surprised they’re pissed?
Worried about a flag?
Wait til they burn it all down

Why, you ask
What’s the meaning?
Why are you so motivated by feeling?
Look in the mirror, the only way you listen
Is when the things you love have gone missing
The things you take for granted 
The things you have stolen
The legacy of wealth built on backs of fallen

You’ll never understand while we’re governed by fools
Spreading their lies to keep their rule

Putting up brave fronts cuz followers need fodder
Putting you in the line as you wait for slaughter 

Although they deserve to have your head
You’re lucky this is about equality and not revenge

Patriotic Death Grip

To all my Brothers and Sisters, 

You're going to die like all of us on this earth. 
Better make it worth it. 
Time doesn't move slow. 
I hope we're living great before it's time to go.

Brothers and Sisters

Push chair out of sight
Look into the light
Can't breathe anymore
Can't feel the floor

Darker side of me
Owns a monopoly 
And it's obvious as you can see
By my dangling feet

No longer can see
Mind is slipping
Right thru the gates
And I'm greeted by a peaceful state

Journey of a Hanging Man

nocturnal music writing sessions accidentally posted to the internet.

E-421984

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