"INTERNAL RHYME ON WASTING TIME"
[this is personal opinion--don't take it personally & talk shit ;)]
how pointless these lives we lead/ how pathetic these addictions we feed/ relentlessly attempting to fill the voids in our souls/ spilling drugs into the gaping holes/ we're starving for love/ & hating the roles we play/ smoking bowls for today to heal the pain of the past/ really just slapping bandaids on the wounds/ turning wreckage into ruins/ we're dying fast here/ each incarcerated in our own hells/ our shells so hard/ we've hated ourselves/ for all the times we've fell/ back into the familiar rythm/ of these empty depraved lives we're livin/ one day at a time/ with one thing on our minds/ perpetually seeking a permanent fix/ inevitably weakening from hurt then to sick/ sick with self-destructive suicidal habits/ we're all just fucked-up juvenile addicts/ trapped in bodies quickly aging deteriorating/ enraptured by God but he's fading/ & here we are witing for death/ as though it will soothe us/ we're already dead/ even more when we lose trust/ in ourselves when we get jaded/ believing this is Hell/ instead of a prison we've created// listen closely this is mostly a speech you've heard a thousand times before/ except the part where/ you start to care/ enough to want something more/ than pheening for amphetamine highs/ gotta realize/ we're living in lies/ the drugs will kill you/ that's the real truth/ first murder your individuality/ before long strong will dies too/ then perception of reality// *hey, fuck a real life when i can cluck on a pipe/ what's the use this drug abuse/ has sucked the soul from me/ it's fucked/ smoke a bowl you'll see/ the fakest kind of ecstasy/ now that both the dope and the sex are free/ believe me we're nothing but thieves liars addicts/ this is a dead-end game/ so if you want it/ YOU can have it*//
PDL'04
how pointless these lives we lead/ how pathetic these addictions we feed/ relentlessly attempting to fill the voids in our souls/ spilling drugs into the gaping holes/ we're starving for love/ & hating the roles we play/ smoking bowls for today to heal the pain of the past/ really just slapping bandaids on the wounds/ turning wreckage into ruins/ we're dying fast here/ each incarcerated in our own hells/ our shells so hard/ we've hated ourselves/ for all the times we've fell/ back into the familiar rythm/ of these empty depraved lives we're livin/ one day at a time/ with one thing on our minds/ perpetually seeking a permanent fix/ inevitably weakening from hurt then to sick/ sick with self-destructive suicidal habits/ we're all just fucked-up juvenile addicts/ trapped in bodies quickly aging deteriorating/ enraptured by God but he's fading/ & here we are witing for death/ as though it will soothe us/ we're already dead/ even more when we lose trust/ in ourselves when we get jaded/ believing this is Hell/ instead of a prison we've created// listen closely this is mostly a speech you've heard a thousand times before/ except the part where/ you start to care/ enough to want something more/ than pheening for amphetamine highs/ gotta realize/ we're living in lies/ the drugs will kill you/ that's the real truth/ first murder your individuality/ before long strong will dies too/ then perception of reality// *hey, fuck a real life when i can cluck on a pipe/ what's the use this drug abuse/ has sucked the soul from me/ it's fucked/ smoke a bowl you'll see/ the fakest kind of ecstasy/ now that both the dope and the sex are free/ believe me we're nothing but thieves liars addicts/ this is a dead-end game/ so if you want it/ YOU can have it*//
PDL'04