1.It's Called Integrity
When did you think the world's ideals changed？
I just act my age, whether a basement or a fucking stage.
You're still stuck with decisions you've made.
No more false intelligence.
No comic irrelevance.
No more, no more, no fucking way.
No more parental advice.
No more glaring eyes.
No more, no more, no fucking way.
Just who do you think I am？
Unity means more than shaking hands.
It's time to rock right into the workplace,
With my boss's fake smiling face.
We're not assets anymore,
Just kids you've never met before.
Could this become a full on war？
2.Social Divorce
We're talking social politics,
Whatever it takes to get your fix,
Be it sneaking in or sucking dicks.
Why are you being so nice to me？
Why are you being so helpless and needy？
Is this the fame you wanted？
It always looks so nice on your TV.
We're talking social butterflies,
When cities and egos expand in size,
Exaggerating stories and telling lies.
Did everything work out like you thought it would be？
I bet you thought being hated would never be so easy.
Alright, whose can we stroke tonight？
Prepare for social divorce.
Actions have a recourse.
3.Porcelain End
Porcelain, like your comforting friend.
Fix a hole, where the rain gets in.
When your father died, new wounds open up.
And you don't feel good enough or smart enough or anything
anymore.
Now life ends up on the floor.
Pretty skin, once looked warm now cold,
Like the tub you're in.
Old soul, not so old,
Then your body died.
Friends cover their ass.
I know it's not their job to look after you,
But preserve the future,
Because you can't preserve the past.
Blue lips, leopard spots build time lines.
That's what happens when we mainline.
If there was a next time,
I don't think I'd have shit to say.
Now life equals myth.
Death equals forever.
4.FVK
5.Spider In England
The winter of my life will be the fall of my being.
I can't change, God I Can't change.
Laboring under a misapprehension.
I can't change, I want to change.
Made a pact with my sheets,
Scratching through my hands,
When I met my spider in England.
Your smooth teeth and the breath that glides over them.
you can't change, why can't you change？
It seems that our eyes were smaller than our stomachs.
You'll never change.
A cold, callous June, screaming out sand,
when i met your spider in England.
6.I Tore My Hands Off In A Combine
Talons flex with angry incisors.
Left with what I don't have advice for.
Tell my friends I don't want to see them.
Tell my family I don't want to know them.
A gentle crop was the killing line.
Shears gone by and it spun like a turbine.
Absinthe minded with thrice-like charm.
lonely wrists meet lonely arms.
I fought the jaws and the jaws won.
Innocent greetings don't seem like much fun.
Dismembered idles for the devil's work.
Thresh and destroy when palms meet till earth.
Open ears as my children salute.
Up the rows my wife follows suit.
Goddamn it, call on the land line.
I tore my hands off in a combine.
I can never truly hold you.
I can never truly hold.
Goddamn it, call on the land line.
I tore my hands off in a combine.
Land mine. Straight line. Combine.
7.Rat Patrol
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