We found ourselves crash landed without rockets
Just our clothes and what was in our pockets 
Felt good, to be out of the fire
Felt bad, to fall under the tire

Tread the rebar jungle it's a mystery of survival
Broken and bedless, and the burden of the title
In the world we found ourselves
Inhabitants forgotten hell

Hands and knees
Shivering
Broken wings
Fingers bleed

Look at me
God save me
I'm hungry
Hear me please

Dusty and dirty with a hole growing bigger
Palms outstretched to a luckier figure
A dollar is all that i ask
Tiptoe on streets of broken glass

Cardboard canvas artist, some pennies for water
The days are getting shorter, and the nights are getting colder
The grass, the trees, the morning sun
No matter how far you can run

Oh life is such a bore 
And survival is a chore
So what if I die
Another sunburnt body, open to the sky

Meet my eyes
Don't drive by
Pale blue sky
Watch me die

Here’s a kick
Here’s a fist
Here’s some shit
Lay in it

Foxes have holes
And birds have the trees
But a girl has got 
Nowhere to sleep
You can judge a culture
On how it treats its trash
Hidden and buried 
Burnt to ash

Vultures circle 
The dead rise
Rotting people 
Condemned to die
No one cares 
No one has remorse
Brush it away 
This sunburnt corpse

I know the reason you look away
You’re scared you’ll look like me one day
I know why you’ve got nothing to say
You’re weak and powerless to change

The Sun Is Killing Me

Reach your hands in the pile
Penny for your lifestyle
This aching in your chest
Giving more, getting less

The privilege of a life
You gotta bleed for the right
Time is money, money’s time
A beating under the sky

The burden in your eyes
A yoke worn all your life
The allostatic load
Uphill stone you roll

A protestant curse
O capital 
You can breathe you can work 
O capital

Renting denial
Give an inch take a mile

The tool that god gave man
The litany of the hands
Cracked and bloody feet
The sermon on repeat

I won't forget what you've done
Everyone I love

Work until you die

I can’t comprehend 
A future without submission 
My blood is green my heart is black
A slow motion heart attack

Enough is not enough
Enough is not enough 
I cannot do enough
I am not enough

I am not enough
Oh capital

Work Until You Die

Shaking

sts50_063024 (lethality)

Something Stupid

I am a human, I am american
I’ve got teeth, I’ve got hands
I’ve got aluminum cans
I am a poacher in overalls, I will worship cholesterol 
I will suck on grease and wine, I will swallow sow and swine
Fry it, poach it, Boil it, mash it, Peel it, blanch it
Dice it, Slice it, Steam it, stew it, Marinate and brew it
Mix it, blend it, Salt and spice and do it
The suffering only makes it sweeter, I built a home on blood and cleavers
One man’s paradise, another’s hell, I salivate at the sound of a bell
Beat it, break it, Kill it, eat it, Cut it, tear it
Crush it, chew it, Stab it, grab it, Debase and remove it
Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it up and fill it
I am a human, I am american
I’ve got a gun in my hand, I’ve got oil and acres of land
I am a human, I’m a protestant
I can gag my conscience , with meat in my hands


Meat

A splotch of color 
Crucified on the wall
Makes no sense in making sense
Let the nails come undone
I know in my blood i could do it myself
Such abominations make pretty fires
Wheres the beauty, wheres the uber culture
You ask a question that i cant answer
I give an answer that you cant question 
Flex your muscles, paint a castle
Lobotomize yourself, i will win the culture war
A household object placed on a pedestal 
My virgin hands could have put it there, i know
I know i own the world
I know in my blood there’s beauty in my heart
I am miriam i am webster i am the judge of art
You ask a question, i shut my eyes
I give an answer, i cut you blind
My struggle, i will win the culture war
Ooh the degenerate mind cannot see the truth in beauty
Look at them fumble with horse hair in their hands
Art is what is good to look at, and reaffirms itself to be true
God forbid, im afraid of red yellow and blue
Of red white and blue


Rothko

A western type of thinking from back in the stone age
The unwashed uneducated masses use mass to dictate
It's a religion, a dictatorship of median faith
At least that's what's been written on our face
You think that you wanna know, but you don't
The whole world designed for keeping you in the dark
A ballot box is reflected in purchased ad space
A hominid won't think unless you serve it on a plate
So lets be scary lets be sexy oh lets accelerate
And let us find a scapegoat for our hate
It’s the things you tell your kids so they can go to bed
It’s the things you tell your wife so she’ll start giving you head
It’s unwritten it’s unspoken it’s better off unsaid
It’s in a non stop cycle of dread
You think that you wanna know, but you don't
The whole world designed for keeping you in the dark
Excision, and division
Litigate, and masturbate
Prosecute, and bust a move
Shake a hand, and lift the ban
Hey, hey, hey!
You think that you wanna know, but you don't
The whole world designed for keeping you in the dark

The Lost Art of Getting Away With It

Kick a backlight every chemical a dare and im losing my time tearing off peices of skin cuz the body keeps score and im tryna keep it in cuz the body keeps score and i know im full of sin
Its a feat, its a streak, its body on screen Its a hush, its a blush, its a muscle been crushed its a lie, its a crime, its a stick in my side its a bore, its a chore, and the body keeps score
Rape yourself give an inch take your body back in time to a place that you swore you wouldn’t go back alive you can scratch you can pray you can keep the dog at bay its a shame its a sin but im doing it again
its a cut, its a bleed, its dead nerve ending its a joke, its a poke, its kiss and a smoke its a lie, its a crime, its a stick in my side its a bore, its a chore, and the body keeps score
And the clock keeps on ticking down time and the lord keeps a stick in my side every bliss is a scrape and a sore and im afraid that i dont care anymore
Every moment is a space inbetween when i get to make myself unclean every sticky hand every drooling pit when im alone and im drowning in it when im asleep and im laying bedside theres a lecher inside my mind and i dont feel aroused anymore cuz ive broken my body keeping score
And the clock keeps on ticking down time and the lord keeps a stick in my side every bliss is a scrape and a sore I come undone and the body keeps score


Twitching

A man it takes a man To make his country great And great is the man Who makes his country great It takes a greater man To make a greater man It takes a greater man To fuck another man I cut you open I cut I cut A man is a man Who makes his country great And great is the man That makes his country great And hard times, make hard men And soft times, make soft men And hard men, make soft men hard And soft men, make hard men hard It takes a greater man To make a greater man It takes a greater man To fuck another man I cut you open Sugar spice and tea It gives me everything I need To fuck a hole in the sky Fuck a hole in the sky

Nostalgia

You're walking on fire
Hot coals beneath your feet
Everything is wrapped in wire
Cutting into your body
The mirror mocks your face
Devils won't go away
Unsatisfied with this place
But there's another way

Why tempt the struggle?
Why squirm anymore?
No love for troubles
Walk out the door
Left hand in a hole
Right hand on the gun
Eyes glued on the soul
Metal on the tongue

Kill Yourself!
Unshuffle your coil
Kill yourself!
Go out with a bang
There's no feeling sorry
No regret for the dead
Forgo your body
Put a hole in your head
Tonight

Everyone tests you
Everything falls apart
What was unknown is true
Etched into your body parts
Temporary pleasure
No longer fills the hole
Put up with it no longer
Hit eject on your soul

Why tempt the struggle?
Why squirm anymore?
No love for troubles
Walk out the door
Left hand in a hole
Right hand on the gun
Eyes glued on the soul
Metal on the tongue


Kill yourself!
Leave behind the world
Kill yourself!
Paint the walls in red
There's no feeling sorry
No regret for the dead
Forgo your body
Put a hole in your head
Tonight

Another morning, to night, to full day
Everything stays the same

God damn the sunshine
God damn the world
God damn the daytime
God damn the hurt
God damn the silver
God damn this job
God damn the mirror
God damn this god
God damn this song
God damn the show
God damn “what's wrong?”
God damn the snow
God damn the dice
That have been thrown
Everything in position
To your suicidal throne

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