A Short Song About Dying (iphone recording w/ ukelele )

Come on back to me
I don't see 
I don't need anybody
You will meet your maker
You will meet your maker
By your own
Come on back to me
You don't see
You don't need anybody
You will meet your maker
You will meet who put the blood on your hands

DCCLXXXIX

All my friends are moving on
They look so god damn happy
My mind's made up 
And everybody sucks
I don't need need your security
The teetotaler all alone
I don't see the point anymore
I am am moving on

Capricho 1

Collider pt. 4

From state to state
My mother and father
Those fuckers they beat me
And I want to kill them
I kick and scream and it doesn't mean shit
If all I am to them is nasty cancer
Oh, it's so hard alone
Light on beech tree dying

Murder Song

I tried
To shun my foes
They dragged me with them
These faulty bones
Sold my gun today
Big mistakes
Now I need a new way out
Nothing is not enough
There's a million ways
To be beaten up
(indistinguishable)

iphone song #12; or a work in progress

The Suppressive People Sing "Turn Blue"

Millions of people
Drown in oceans of hubris
Ain't easy to get out of bed
Oh my god 
I'm angry on the outside
Burn within
My body is disgusting
My brain is retreating
The devil works for me now
I wish I had more friends
I'm always lonely
I'm not who I want to be
God damn I can't
I would if could
Die

This Mortal Meatsack