Lost along alone,
but amusingly,
I still got your muse with me,
but I don't know any,
point A to point B,

I've just got this bread crumb foot path,
through the frozen forest,
of my own personal Hades,
a well horned soot bath,

you hear the words,
you heard the words,
I wish I never said them,
but I have nothing here to eat,
except this trail of bread crumbs,

a crumby apology,
is all I got with me,
so I'll eat my words,
and see if I can keep them in me,

I've just got this bread crumb foot path,
through the frozen forest,
of my own personal Hades,
a well horned soot bath,

you hear the words,
you heard the words,
I wish I never said them,
but I have nothing here to eat,
except this trail of bread crumbs,

and that giant house of candy...

Crumby Apology

Hoping I heal,
but I'm broken, get real,
this is it,
this is how things are supposed to be,
he,he,he,

accursed,
it's my fault,
I rehearsed it,
in the mind vault,
this is it,
this is how things are supposed to go,
oh no...

a gauntlet of duress,
something I can't confess,
I'm trying to do my best,
give me a brake upon it,

straightened learning curve,
it's gnawing at my nerve,
all that I deserve,
give me a brake upon it,
give my a brake upon it,

a lucky brake,

they've hacked into my brain,
I can't see passed my own pain,
and I'm lost in the wasn't and will-not-be,
he,he,he,

I'm no more awake than,
the unluckiest brake-man,
I can't stop the momentum I call me,
he,he,he,

taking it to task,
an invisible mask,
these questions i can't ask,
give me a brake upon it,
now I'm more or less,
counting every breath,
meditating on death,
give me a brake upon it,
give me a brake upon it,

a lucky brake,

Lucky Brake

You must walk directly under the Sun,
where no shadow falls,
the carrion calls,
might sound a little softer,

Earth bound,
with an eagle on my liver,
I start to shiver,
and the whole world starts to shake in it's coils,
I'm taut to my toils,
tonguing my talks,
got snakes in my locks,

Doctor, Doctor,
something's wrong with me,
my own shadow,
seems to be,
following me,
where ever I flee,
no matter how fast I run,
it keeps following me,
when I turn to face it,
and chase it,
it slips right,
it slips right through my...

Preacher, Teacher,
can you explain to me,
this absence of light,
shaped just like me?
bloated and gloated,
into my place,
fills me up, with thoughts I can't erase,
in love with my reflection,
in the Moon,
in the Moon.
I see it,
I see it and I...

some hide in the darkness,
where nobody sees the shadow they cast,
I think about my past,
and the light will set me burning,
I'm no shirk,
just to make a false impression,
is a digression,
and everybody can see my scars,
but not what they mar,
so I'm just like you,
or at least I used to...

down here where the terrors teeth,
I have got no room to breathe,
can't you just leave me a little space,
where I could live?

just leave me alone,
just leave me a...

Doctor, Doctor,
something's wrong with me...

Lunatickled

(It was then I realized. We spoke the same words, but the meanings had somehow become different. There was nothing to say. There never would be.)

              ...

So you found a Bubonic Egg,
and you're humping every leg,
you pretend you forgot her name,
and can't see that that's lame,

So you found a corner to squeeze,
and a laugh track follows your skeeze,
you've got piddle all on your paws,
and you're waiting for the applause,

Take your snout out of the trough,
you might see where you get off,
paranoia of your slither-pit mind,
Ego bloated like a tick,
head buried within the ick,
all you need's a place to lay the blame,

"I'm no Pigeon Toe,
I've got things to do!
wait, hate, hesitate,
throw my weight on you!"

I know you're happy in your filth,
demented rider of the Gilf,

tantrum, tantrum, tantrum,
troll under the bridge,

A gold fish eats itself to death,
and that's you and your crystal meth,
if you succeed in taking your toll, 
you'll float belly up in the bowl,

So go fiend out in your stink-pit,
with the truth you'll never admit,
we're halfway between Angel and Ape, 
and each of us chooses our shape,

you've chosen the Beast, you see,
your freedom is slavery,
your words have become meaningless grunts,
such a brittle little brute,
drooling over unripe fruit,
zero self awareness turns to minus,

He's no pigeon toe,
he's got things to do,
wait, hate, hesitate,
throw his weight on you,

I know your happy in your filth,
demented rider of the gilf,

tantrum, tantrum, tantrum,
troll under the bridge,

Bubonic Egg

I married the Mother-to-be in late Summer,
the weather was already start to change,
our future echoed backwards,
murder is a music box,
her master and his black words,
reindeer games and hall of shame,
who to blame? unspoken name,
can't say yes and can't say no,
to a Nephilim Dildo,

I married the Mother-to-be on 11th,
in the temple of nature, although not really,
a park full of crackheads,
bats were flitting through the sky,
but we followed where the tracks lead,
it was all doomed anyhow,
so I made a broken vow,
she poisoned me for a pillow show,
and a Nephilim Dildo,

I married the Mother-to-be,
we were homeless,
and the next day while we were panhandling,
an engagement ring was given,
the magic spell was blossoming,
her womb where life was living,
she'd sell it for an open door,
just like her mother before,
the barter bred and the don't-you-know,
and the Nephilim Dildo,

Nephilim Dildo

Goody Goody Gumdrops!!!

went for a walk through sister city,
she'd been raining, hides her eyes,
unmindful mind full of parasitations,
think-me-thoughts that cannibalize,

covered in people but no one knows her,
I'm her steeple, let me rise,
throwing herself in,
into the ocean,
always drowning,
never dies,

I used to have absent lovers,
now I just have severed ties,
you all still have each others,
but I've the truth your tongue denies,

burning bridges,
poisoned water,
stole my daughter,
laid your lies,
I'm torture chambered,
just a lame bird,
my waving wingspan...never flies,

Sister please,

the deceiver's,
neon fevers,
Sister City,
hey,
and your ugly,
and your pretty,
Sister City,
hey,

Sister City,
and your raining down,
in your concrete gown,
dirty old town,

and you know it's true,
little sister please,
what am I to do?
little sister please,

1,2,3,4, she is a virgin and a whore,
2,3,4,5 because she's dead and she's alive,
3,4,5,6 there with her spindles and her pricks,

Sister...where you crowing now?

Sister City

look upon my face,
and say you don't known my name,
everyone you see,
all of them are me,
haven't I always been the same?
and when I lie to you,
isn't it the truthssss?
young and youthless,
gave it to you truthless,
now who's being ruthless?
cause there's no one here,
just the past as a cage,
and the boy who cried,
already died,
at such a pretty, pretty age

cruelty can be so sweet,
once you acquire the taste,
everyone you know,
everywhere you go,
you'll be there staring at my face,
so you close your eyes,
as they rob and they rape,
right now,
but I'm inside of you,
and you know it's true,
you could never, ever escape,
cause I'm watching you,
with my twelve billion eyesssss,
one more slave,
one more grave,
giving up it's lullabies,

why were you afraid to turn out the lights,
in your room alone at night?
did you fear,
what would appear,
in the mirror?

look upon my face,
and say you don't know my name,
I'm all you've ever known,
you're never alone,
cause I'm there feeding on your pain,
and I'm wearing you and the thoughts in your head,
just a wind up ape,
with no escape,
wishing he was dead,

Sod-Gatan

duality of Emptinest,
one born of curse,
the other blessed,

cataract milk,
black effluvium,
severed your source,
darling Devolver,

cataract milk,
black effluvium,
severed your source,
once so did I,

a fold of then,
I know that taste,
an auric rust,
of go-to-waste,

weeds bloom between,
the concrete crease,
a pained promise,
of ripe release,

the hallowed:
heed a surcease sweet,
the hollowed:
hewn in dead end meat,

nectar of 9,
leased to Elysium,
the Endlesson lies,
rise you again,

Devolver

Space Invaders,
descending from the pixel sky,
race traitors,
thinking they'll be spared,

trans-humans,
poisoning the habitat,
mr.Truman,
with his camera eyes,

dawn we now our day of peril,
lay a little lie,
separate the dead and sterile,
all that you can buy,
all up on the spell your under,
never asking why,
the eyebrows of Eddie Munster,
make my heart go: thump-thump-thump,

cupid,
artificial intelligence,
how stupid,
how stupid could you be Eddie?

semen,
washed up on a barren shore,
the demon,
they refuse to crawl,

the eyebrows of Eddie Munster,
lay a little lie,

iota,
15 minutes to slavery,
slave quota,
the city's closing in,
arisen,
the cult of bio-convergence,
the prison,
is crawling under your skin,

holy temple Digitalis,
lay a little lie,
an antenna for a phallus,
dead before you die,
all up on the spell your under,
never asking why,
the eyebrows of Eddie Munster,
make my heart go: thump-thump-thump,

do a happy dance then,
on the grave of all that's holy,
the eyebrows of Eddie Munster,
make my heart go: thump-thump-thump,

Marky-Mark goes beastly,
soul excision bought and sold me
the eyebrows of Eddie Munster,
make my heart go: thump-thump-thump,

follow the command prompts,
all hot for your prime directive,
the eyebrows of Eddie Munster,
make my heart go: thump-thump-thump,

Bio-slave, I love you,
we could unplug from the system,
purity's the highest virtue,
never let them in,

Space Invaders

relapse,
relapse of the Angel,
saw her on the thirsty shore,

my willpower could be firmer,
cause my heart will start to murmur,
there's a lesson in the longing,
that has gone on for so long,

all the stolen glances,
but I've used up all my chances,
so I wallow and I swallow,
and I bury it in song,

clock has started feeding,
with it's black hands always pointing,
but other than the needing,
there's nothing at all,
that's really there it's just,

10 years in and counting,
since I was a point of interest,
muscle memory mounting,
and I'm oh so weak,
weak in the dream it seems,

relapse,
relapse of the Angel,
sweet twigs blowing in the wind,

AWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

this decaying body,
always reaching out for something, 
but there's no higher connection,
between me and her,
nothing at all I'm sure,

mutton button, pause it,
til they lock me in the closet,
I'm never coming out now,
I'm a moot point,
I don't even own a bed,

relapse of the Angel,
relapse of the Angel,

texted me a 3:30 in the morning,
to send me a love song without any warning,
said she's trying to learn to play it,
aren't we all though?
here where the words don't rhyme,

I must admit I was completely smitten,
scared her away with a song I had written,
love is such a savage beauty,
doesn't always colour between the lines,

Relapse Of The Angel

a blank page,
accusing me of things I haven't written down,
here I'll stay and spend all day,
shaping the silence into sound,

and it's not about the notes you play,
and it's not about the words you say,
and it's not about the things you've got,
cause it's either there or it's just not,

throw the intellect away,
and feel yourself into shapes,
the artist is measured by, 
the suffering that he escapes,

of a human cage that could abscond,
because music's a reaching beyond,
and it's not about the things you've got,
cause it's either there it's just not,

if you can live, then you can die,
if you can laugh, then you can cry,
if you can do these things then you know how to write a song!
if you can love, then you can fear,
if you can clean a dirty mirror,
if you can do these things then you know how to write a song!

there's no correct way to breathe,
just let it in and it lets itself out,
that's how to write a song!

How To Write A Song

I'm still here,
I think,
drowning in,
the sink,
every time I do,
gotta make me crawl,
why you be so cold to me?
trying to see through,
staring at the wall,
why you be so cold to me?

why can't I make it stop?

you no longer love me,
you didn't respond,
doesn't love me,
doesn't love me,
you no longer love me,
but I love you,

I'll find someone new,
I'll pretend she's you,
and I'll punish her,
for all the things you did,
when you were so cold to me,
cycles of abuse,
I never can be rid,
why you so cold to me?

why can't I make it stop?

Cold To Me

He has waited a long time,
shamed to shake and shiver he,
committed a wrong crime,
now he's pend in purgatory,
pleading please Phyche, don't look at me,

His stain glass stare is held in stasis,
upon the chasm that he chases,
his hoary hands are held in hope,
but still his neck is noosed in rope,
an Urban Leg-end, those ill fabled feet,
were under the rend of the quicksand concrete,
and he's paying the toll, paying it all the time,
still he continues to climb and to clammer,
from stutter to stammer,
to spirit from matter, where there is no ladder,

he holds onto the sound, cause its a long way down,

The sun is shining over the pining trees,
when birds fly they open themselves to the breeze,
the finest flowers, they bloom for the bumble bees,
When you going to open yourself to me?

He's travelled a long way,
all of it inside himself,
turned his night into day,
searching for the truest wealth,
that's beyond reach yet owned by each,

The path that leads to Hells dissension,
s'been paved in his bestest intention,
and Heaven's path's not paved at all,
except with pits to make you fall,
He took a wrong turn, couldn't you tell,
back at the corner of Wishing and Well,
The Challice Consumption, the chalice is drinking from me,
and all I can see,
is Hurting and the Hurteds, the city's deserted,
except for these Gaunts, leashed on fears and on wants,
onto myself I grip, but I'm starting to slip,

The Sun is shining over the pining trees,
when birds fly they open themselves to the breeze,
the finest flowers all bloom for the bumble bees,
When you gonna open yourself to me?
When you gonna open yourself to me?

Phototropism

there's a place inside of you,
and it's here inside me too,
it has no ending,
it has no start,
the sound that you're lending,
will beat with your heart,
will beat with your heart,

oh you didn't think it out,
you didn't think it in,
what's it all about?
don't you lose when you win?

castle made of sand,
built upon the shore,
the tide will lend a hand,
'til you wonder what for,
still you war,

there's a place inside of you,
and it's here inside me too,
but the guilt that we please,
cannot be undone,
everything we see's a division of one,
division of one.

Division Of One

cannibal thoughts,
eat their way out of my head,
don't I know I'm worthless?
don't I wish I was dead?
but I pick up the guitar,
and write it in the red,
of the pain I can't escape,
but I can form it into shape,
into beautiful noise,
am I beautiful?
and it takes me way back when,
Punk Rock was my only friend,
and it's beautiful noise,
and it's beautiful,

let it out now,

in juvenile hall, 
in the psych ward, on the street,
got a song in my head,
and it sings me oh so sweet,
and I'm better than dead,
so I've put it on repeat,
sitting in my foster home,
no one'd ever been so alone,
but she made me a mixed tape,
and it helped me to escape,
this planet that I'm on,
you can't hurt me because I'm gone,
into beautiful noise,
into beautiful,

don't need no family,
no bank to scam me,
no church to damn me,
with hands cold and clammy,
no school to fool me,
no rule to rule me.
they lie so cruelly,
and one day soon you'll see,

let it out now,

all of my life,
trying so hard to shock,
there was a time,
when the key became a lock,
and I threw away my studs,
and shaved off my mohawk,
but I'm back, and all is Zen,
and we've fallen in love again,
me and my beautiful noise,
am I beautiful?
four chords and an angry taunt,
it can be whatever we want,
and it's beautiful noise,
and it's beautiful,

beautiful noise.

Beautiful Noise

visions seen,
can you trust them?
haloed to the haunt,
with eyes,
to dark, accustomed,
seeing what they want,

spider's weave,
their webs 'round the light,
to feed on the wings,
and the flutter and the flight,

and you bowel and you wee,
a secret society of Super-villians,
and you lock away your key,
a secret society of Super-villians,

Super-villians,

is it time to wipe?
I think it's time to wipe,

you're going to shake a paw!
that's what I saw...ha,ha!

Prissy pass a note,
it's so,
tumour in your throat,
you know,

smelly frumpus,

if you eat from the trough
there's two ways it can be,
you will become a monster,
or a mediocrity,
most likely both,
and the blood that you shed,
and your smelly frumpus,
and your surrogate head,

all it can do is agree
a secret society of Super-villians,
and you'll never be set free
a secret society of Super-villians,

               ...

Prissy pass a note,
it's so,
tumour in your throat,
you know,
no good will come,
that's a mad little Prissy,

anger in her stare,
don't look,
all that you'd find there,
forsook,
no good will come,

cause she don't know,
she don't know,
the Beast is eating it's young,
she don't know, 
she don't know,
and now the end has begun,
but she wants to take a ride,
that's a poor little Prissy,

giddy up Prissy!
(Hell NO!)

shake a paw!

when I see her in the street oh boy!
when I see her in the street oh...

Prissy pass a note,
and glare,
song you never wrote,
no fair,
no good will come,

hate to be ignored,
so keep,
beauty as your sword,
cut deep,
no deep will come,

I warned you,
I warned you,
what's in the deep of the lookless leap?
oh no,
taking your toll,
oh no,
selling your soul,

Super-villians,
now you're going to have to shake a paw,

Secret Society Of Super Villians

blind to blindness,

when you gonna finally realize,
when you gonna see through someone else's eyes?
blind to blindness,
blind to,
blah, blah,blah,

it will always bring you down,
it will always be the same,
you could never see around,
you could never share the blame,
hoard it in your ecstasy of self destruction,
spilling from your eyes,
need someone to hold you off,
and fall in love with your disguise,

alright,

when you gonna finally realize?
see the world through someone else's eyes,
cause you talk real tough but act real slow,
you say you do, but don't know where to go, 

you could never let it out,
you could never let it in
you have no say and so you shout,
where does strength begin,
when you cannot tell it,
from your cherished weakness,
your riding field of weeds,
need someone to burn it down,
and make your memories bleed,

alright,

when you gonna give up giving up?
when you gonna drink from your empty cup?
cause you're make believe,
but you forgot,
and you're all messed up,
even though you're not,

strain to encrypt another crypt,
Chrysalis canters when it's whipped,
atrophy a trophy me?
you worthless wittle,
scribble of a scurrilous script,
synapses backfire in your head,
so you line all your lovers in lead,
your man of tomorrow is a beg and borrow,
human retardant,

why don't you ever understand?
the future is the working of your hand,
this song has no chorus or verse,
just a bridge that leads out from this curse,
but before you walk on it,
you first gotta stand,
and yes, I'm talking shit,
I'm fertile land,
you can't break bread,
without first making manure
your mouth unfed,
but for a slaking of sewer,

reprise: all's wise to the wise,
so I say "Holy Shit!",
but you won't find me in that sour milk sea,
with a mouth full of it,
roots bound way down in the ground,
in the dirt where we die,
but my branches reach high,
in the sapient sky,
Sunshine: all's blind to the blind,
but I can't look away,
so I cross and squint,
and I gorge in the glint,
and I drink in the day,
rainfall, won't you fall for my call,
and wash away this rot,
with their think-a-me thoughts,
and their though shalt knots,
they say...
"you art, apart"
but it's not true
I'm you,

up down all around,
but it's in you must climb,
the 11th direction,
to the spirit from mind,
Cinnamon Sunshine!
Cinnamon Sunshine!

know thyself,
and you'll come to know me,
learn yourself,
aren't you bumbling to be?

Cinnamon Sunshine!
Cinnamon Sunshine!

HOLY SHIT!!!

He's deadpan,
but stillborn,
with no hands,
clutching a quick silver thorn,
so let Silence be the mistress of me,
let Silence be his girl,

because he's honest,
to a fault,
he's got his fingers,
in the family vault,
let Silence be his,
Silence be his girl,
silent as a stricken stream,
he only see's her in his dreams,
uh-oh,

because he only see's her in his dreaming,
never by the light of day,
I thought you had my number,
and just didn't know what to say,

Shhhhhhh....

he's cross eyed,
and all bent,
in the lost tide,
where he picked up your sweet scent,
so let Silence be the mistress of me,
let Silence be his girl,

cause he's hindered,
by invisible walls,
and he's got ten years,
saved up in his balls,
let Silence be his,
Silence be his girl,
silent as a stricken stream,
he only see's her in his dreams,

Silence...here's a happy dance!
wait in the woe,
a song for Silence,
a song for Silence,
wait in the woe and why,

A Girl Named Silence

So I've been thinking. Like, a heart turned upside down looks like a bum. Right? A bum drop. Can you even imagine? If it was raining bum drops?

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