The word of the day is BOTHER...
Wish I was too dead to cry.
My self-affliction fades.
Stones to throw at my creator.
Masochists,
To which I cater.
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be.
I'll keep slipping farther.
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'till it bleeds.
Wish I was too dead to care,
If indeed I cared at all.
Never had a voice to protest,
So you fed me shit to digest.
I wish I had a reason;
My flaws are open season.
For this I gave up trying.
One good turn deserves my dying.
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be.
I'll keep slipping farther.
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'till it bleeds.
Wish I'd died instead of lived.
A zombie hides my face.
Shell forgotten with its memories.
Diaries left,
With cryptic entries.
And you don't need to bother;
I don't need to be.
I'll keep slipping farther.
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'till it bleeds.
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be.
I'll keep slipping farther.
But once I hold on,
Once I hold on,
I'll never live down my deceit...
*so this is how I was feeling earlier... I think I started these updates and whatnot when i got home hours ago.... but then i got to drinking, and talked to emily, and felt a bit better... now all i have is a headache, and a need to go to bed, but the moods are not as awful as they were.... I just want to post one more thing... I was listening to the stone sour cd on the way home the whole way... its good stuff, i forgot how good... but anyways, one more lyrical add, and then im off to bed, i have to go to work in a matter of hours.... O_o *
Omega- its like a poem i think... i dont know its cool...
What a skeletal wreck of man this is.
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villians
try to tempt the holistic tomes
Running rampant with free thought to free form
in the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat
to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now
We all have a little sin than needs venting
virtues for the rending
and laws and systems
and stems a rift from branches of office
do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose
or purposely serve?
Wind down inside of your atavistic allure
the value of a Summer spent
and a Winter earned
For the rest of us there is always Sunday.
the day of the week that reeks of rest
but all we do is catch our breath
so we can wade naked into the bloody pool
and place our hand on the big black book.
To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers.
A vacation is a count-down
T minus your life and counting
time to drag your tongue across the sugar-cube
and hope you get a taste
what the FUCK is all this for?! (What the hell's goin' on?!)
SHUT UP!!
I could go on and on, but, lets move on shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you
and they all watch the things we do
and like a smack of spite
they threw me down the stairs -
haven't felt like this in years -
the great magnet of malicious magnanamous refuse
let me go and
plunge me into the dead spot again.
That's where you go when there's no-one else around
its just you
and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?
Sanctomonious pretentious dasterdly bastards
with their thumb on the pulse
and a finger on the trigger
CLASSIFIED MY ASS! thats a FUCKING secret and you know it!
Government is another way to say
Better
Than
You.
Its like ice but no pick
a murder charge that won't stick
it's like a whole other world
where you can smell the food
but you can't touch the silverware
hah, what luck
fascism you can vote for
isn't that sweet
and we're all gonna die some day
'cuz thats the American way
and I've drunk too much
and said too little
when your gaffer taped in the middle
say a prayer, save face
get yourself together and (see whats happening)
SHUT UP! (FUCK YOU!)
FUCK YOU!
I'm sorry I could go on and on but
it's time to move on so...
Remember you're a wreck, an accident
forget the freak, you're just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
shit, snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run
Because in the end,
everything we do
is just everything we've done.
My self-affliction fades.
Stones to throw at my creator.
Masochists,
To which I cater.
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be.
I'll keep slipping farther.
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'till it bleeds.
Wish I was too dead to care,
If indeed I cared at all.
Never had a voice to protest,
So you fed me shit to digest.
I wish I had a reason;
My flaws are open season.
For this I gave up trying.
One good turn deserves my dying.
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be.
I'll keep slipping farther.
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'till it bleeds.
Wish I'd died instead of lived.
A zombie hides my face.
Shell forgotten with its memories.
Diaries left,
With cryptic entries.
And you don't need to bother;
I don't need to be.
I'll keep slipping farther.
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'till it bleeds.
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be.
I'll keep slipping farther.
But once I hold on,
Once I hold on,
I'll never live down my deceit...
*so this is how I was feeling earlier... I think I started these updates and whatnot when i got home hours ago.... but then i got to drinking, and talked to emily, and felt a bit better... now all i have is a headache, and a need to go to bed, but the moods are not as awful as they were.... I just want to post one more thing... I was listening to the stone sour cd on the way home the whole way... its good stuff, i forgot how good... but anyways, one more lyrical add, and then im off to bed, i have to go to work in a matter of hours.... O_o *
Omega- its like a poem i think... i dont know its cool...
What a skeletal wreck of man this is.
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villians
try to tempt the holistic tomes
Running rampant with free thought to free form
in the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat
to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now
We all have a little sin than needs venting
virtues for the rending
and laws and systems
and stems a rift from branches of office
do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose
or purposely serve?
Wind down inside of your atavistic allure
the value of a Summer spent
and a Winter earned
For the rest of us there is always Sunday.
the day of the week that reeks of rest
but all we do is catch our breath
so we can wade naked into the bloody pool
and place our hand on the big black book.
To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers.
A vacation is a count-down
T minus your life and counting
time to drag your tongue across the sugar-cube
and hope you get a taste
what the FUCK is all this for?! (What the hell's goin' on?!)
SHUT UP!!
I could go on and on, but, lets move on shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you
and they all watch the things we do
and like a smack of spite
they threw me down the stairs -
haven't felt like this in years -
the great magnet of malicious magnanamous refuse
let me go and
plunge me into the dead spot again.
That's where you go when there's no-one else around
its just you
and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?
Sanctomonious pretentious dasterdly bastards
with their thumb on the pulse
and a finger on the trigger
CLASSIFIED MY ASS! thats a FUCKING secret and you know it!
Government is another way to say
Better
Than
You.
Its like ice but no pick
a murder charge that won't stick
it's like a whole other world
where you can smell the food
but you can't touch the silverware
hah, what luck
fascism you can vote for
isn't that sweet
and we're all gonna die some day
'cuz thats the American way
and I've drunk too much
and said too little
when your gaffer taped in the middle
say a prayer, save face
get yourself together and (see whats happening)
SHUT UP! (FUCK YOU!)
FUCK YOU!
I'm sorry I could go on and on but
it's time to move on so...
Remember you're a wreck, an accident
forget the freak, you're just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
shit, snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run
Because in the end,
everything we do
is just everything we've done.