Thursday, September 29, 2016

more money, more suits

money on the mind, it's a sickness
becoming more common with time
infects the brain, killing creation
an android with written formulas
pretending to be alive
emulating emotions,
convincing itself of the lie

you're lacking oxygen from
your tie being pulled too tight

before ya write anything down
yer thinkin' about the fame
so eager to sell your soul
before an offer is even made
the devil has your contract
all written up, just sign
yer gonna have to pay the toll
more money, more suits in control

you lost the- you lost the-
you lost the point of it all
you lost the- you lost the-
you lost the point of it all

there's no winning,
they already have you trained,
so you're also my enemy
you are my enemy

you're lacking oxygen from
your tie being pulled too tight
suffocating whatever life was left inside

before ya write anything down
yer thinkin' about the fame
so eager to sell your soul
before an offer is even made
the devil has your contract
all written up, just sign
yer gonna have to pay the toll
more money, more suits in control
more money, more suits in control
more money, more suits in control

coma

where does the time go?
generations and still no one knows
caught up in a landslide,
picking up speed 'til the day you die

existing in a constant haze,
can't seem to differentiate the days,
calculating time with milestones and deadlines,
anything to preoccupy our minds

they say ya hit the peak and it's all downhill
ya gain momentum but that's part of the thrill
wishing you could just go back,
derailing yourself off this one way track

we need to wake up from this coma
perception can always change,
destroying the illusions we create,
we need to wake up from this coma
the times will always change
move on from the past and break the chains

the nostalgic living dead,
breaking the natural order,
when prolonging the existence of
what has been drained of life,
birth is the only thing that dies

we need to wake up from this coma
perception can always change,
destroying the illusions we create,
we need to wake up from this coma
the times will always change
move on from the past and break the chains

bougie bitch

you're a bougie bitch
coming in with the tide
you're a bougie bitch
choosing a new neighborhood to gentrify
moving into your new high-rise

you're a bougie bitch
making the world a better place
you're a bougie bitch
fighting for dog parks in empty space
a great spot for your dog to piss
 
ya take a stand,
as long as it's a social trend,
so easily bought
no introspective thought,
you are the man's best friend

it's a pompous culture trickling down from the unseen
like a leech you attach yourself to the bourgeoisie
you've become corrupted
it's the sour blood you drink

you're a bougie bitch
riding a linear course
you're a bougie bitch
ya think the world is only yours
finding island resorts to endorse

you're a bougie bitch
following high society
you're a bougie bitch
nose so high in the air you can't see
the insects of poverty

so callous and cold,
you never dare break the mold,
just an automaton,
with shallow convictions,
you've traded in your soul

it's a pompous culture trickling down from the unseen
like a leech you attach yourself to the bourgeoisie
you've become corrupted
it's the sour blood you drink

children of the night

they found another one last night
flesh ripped from bone with claws and bites
 
they tell themselves anything they think is rational
animal attacks or something else logical
 
it's a shame what happened to ol' Jones
massacred right there in his home

they tell themselves anything they think is rational
animal attacks or something else logical

anything... to help them sleep at night
anything... so they can feel alright
anything... to keep reality in tact
anything... so this nightmare ain't true

ahh-oooooo
they are the children of the night
their song chilling to the bone
ahh-oooooo
they come alive in the moonlight
don't be caught outside alone
they're on the hunt tonight

warnings brushed off as delusional
ignoring the signs right in front of them all
 
they can't handle the madness that they've all seen
deranged stories of man turning into beast

it's an affliction haunting mankind
clinging to beliefs while losing their minds

they can't handle the madness that they've all seen
deranged stories of man turning into beast

anything... so they can sleep at night
anything... to make them feel alright
anything... to keep reality in tact
anything... so this nightmare ain't true

ahh-oooooo
they are the children of the night
their song chilling to the bone
ahh-oooooo
they come alive in the moonlight
don't be caught outside alone
they're on the hunt tonight

all on your own

as if I didn't know the point you're making,
the core of your argument, the way you're thinking
 
I've heard what you said, responding without listening
you're making no sense, you lack an ideology
it explains your hypocrisy

no matter what is said,
you run it through your filter,
sorry but I can't help you,
you need to do this
all on your own

there's no getting through
doors locked and shut,
sealed from the inside
there's no getting through
your clouded view
too in denial of who you are

you sit on your throne lording over the rest of us,
ego out of control, it's why you're so depressed

please get over yourself, stop talking with pretentious tones,
drop your sense of superiority, the complex blinding you
to your own stupidity

no matter what is said,
you run it through your filter,
sorry but I can't help you,
you need to do this
all on your own

Monday, September 5, 2016

damned if ya do...

damned if ya don't...

sometimes just knowing a shitty person
places you in these dilemmas

they attach themselves to you like leeches,
sucking as much life as they can,
cursing you when you run out of blood

they force you to be like them,
think of yourself before anything else,
pluck them from your skin and let them die,
because no matter what you choose,
it's going to be wrong,
the only option they provide


why do the smallest dogs have the loudest bark?

the demonstration of strength is a funny thing,
only certain people at certain times under certain
conditions are ever allowed to display it,
some people not at all,
others can show it with impunity,
equality is a thin phony veil over
what true power is and how we're supposed to act,
the shifting leverage through new laws and rules,
it covers the fact that there is always power and
it will never be equal,
just the weak cannibalizing each other
at sad attempts to taste strength,
protection for the smallest dogs to bark the loudest,
while any real power is awarded to
people who collect the most paper

or is it the ones making it?

Sunday, September 4, 2016

lock me away

I go through periods where I stop trying altogether,
during these times I realize how little I actually like
anyone,  how I'd rather be left alone up in my tower,
not being forced to do anything,
no tedious conversations,
no one to accuse, guilt, or use me,
my energy is mine,
not to be stolen, not to be soured,
let me be, I want to stay here,
the only place I'm allowed to be myself,
I think it's best for everyone,
after-all, it's been proven time and time again
it's where I'm preferred- and
we can all find solace in my
isolation