River, Stay Away From MeI am sorry OceanI am sorryI know I lieDeeper than youStanding near the edgeMy mistakes are a bit too manyMy wounds a little too seriousMy passions deadOcean I am sorryThat River has ruined me soRiver,River why do you consume me still?Rushing and making noise, forever onwardBut I stay trapped beneath your currentRiver, will you let me go?Can I let myself go?Can I go home?... I guess not ...I want to return to OceanBut you flow in the wrong directionPushing me towards your backwards waterfallI want to leaveBut,Instead I will be disembowledAnd my entrails stretchedFrom River to Ocean
To Be Rid of HerPurge her silosMelt her brainAnd grow, grow her out
She Stares At Me, And TwitchesFeistiness and Lethality Poured into a Bowl Taken from MeSilver quarters and brown Spoons All my Treasures And from where I SitI approach the girl in her Sweater She's thinner than II lean in towards Her And tell Her"My brown quarters and silver Spoons Were stolen from meAnd poured into a Bowl With feistiness and Lethality"She stares at Me
To My Lover +ErrDo I take the inconceivable sensation of you And stretch it out too thin?Do I suck dry at your infinitesimal being Attempting to elaborate on a dot?How am I to actually love you (or the idea of you) If you don't even comprehend your existence?How are we to intermingle and conjoin eternally When my cognition writhes under intangible supposition? Oh, my only lover Does my inflexible stance of anguish Drive you from my fragile arms? How am I to escape this aggravating spiral
The Infinite WeightWhen one cannot express any wordsAnd nothing can aptly be spokenThe smell of suffocation begins to surface On the shoulders of young artists The smallest weight is placed To test their perserverance and focus But within a few years Their abilities will be compounded On the shoulders of attractive artists Lies the sadistic ethereal weight Where success is at the tip of fingers And open galleries so, so near Nothing could ever seem too small On the shoulders of struggling artists Rests the infinite weight Dragging them down into a useless bog Where all that will await them Is weakness, apathy, and rejectionWhen one cannot express any wordsAnd nothing can aptly be spokenThe smell of failure is undeniably near
Stage FreightOne step step towards towards them them that that see see me meme
alive againIt is goodTo feelalivea g a i n
Hang upsthere will be no morecigarette smoking eulogies for a life yet livid with the flame of livingno more haze filled half happinessto whittle the hours awayto avoid everything that is realand feelslike a challenge to breatheashes and dust but only after you've been truly burned andtaken your cold caller lessons on what exactly it means to be broken down
Beastthere's a beast inside of me that follows me aroundthere's a beast inside of me that pins me downrough and strong,despair feeds ithope and happiness,perhaps can kill itbut the beast is strong and devours hopei can't just kill and hang it to a ropeThe beast is with me all the timewether i want it or not,it does not give a dimeit says that he is nice and goodand that i should give him foodlike it or or not the beast is with meevil or saint the beast is me
Sabor a MentolNos cantos sombrios da minha menteEla me encanta com uma melodia estranhaQuer minha alma só para ela, solenemente,Meu corpo fica calmo e ela se entranhaNão se deixem enganarA calma é tudo menos puraÉ o efeito do veneno que ela obriga-me a inalarAbandono o controlo e perco a posturaMeu corpo já não me pertence,Minha alma, não é mais minha,Fico apenas com um lembreteDe como eu era quando a tinhaTentei resistir e lutarFugir para longe delaMas meu esforço foi em vão e com o tempo a escassearMinha mente foi consumida por elaJá não chove ou faz solJá não choro ou sorrioSó as memórias de quem fui têm aquele familiar sabor a mentolGrito por ajuda, mas acho que já é tardio.
There's Been a SuicideThere’s been a suicideA suicide they cried but no one heard themNo one hurt them the police report saysThere would be no trial for they thought the trials have already passed and they had failedAnd they had been hung out to dry.Hung. Hung from the raftersfrom ropes as frayed as their witsas split as their decisions when met with crisis.Hung like the jury in their heads that determined their worth.Hung from the balcony in plain sight but hidden from everyone that looks down on the world as if they were godsbecause they never bothered to tilt their heads back and see their sisters their brothers their fathers their mothers their goddamn children hung in front of them like human chandeliers whose candles will never be lit!A candleA candle, they can’t handle the candleThe candle light vigilthat will be heldAnd held are the thoughts such as“How could this happen?”“Why would they do this?”“What did we do wrong?”What did we do
An Overveiw of SocietyThey tell us to be young adults,That we will stand up on our own two feet like colts.They then talk down to us, our generation,Saying that we have to fix the earth, their creation.And somehow we find ourselves drowningIn thoughts, ideas, opinions. FrowningTowards those whose minds boggle us,Only to find diversity of mind in those we trust.And so we live, breathing on and on-Living past that glowing dawn.We try our best to leave a mark on the world that people remember.Hoping per chance to be known for one year, October through Spetember.We make buildings and monuments,Write books and make chart hits;Looking for fame and gloryJust to tell another story.Can we thrive in this technological ageUntil we turn that very last page?
I DAMAGE II HATE WHEN YOU SWEARI BREAK WHEN YOU CRYI PLEAD WHEN I PANICI CONFESS WHEN I DIE