Friday, March 27, 2015

bankrupt

I got my bank accounts hacked into
I went to towns no one would go to
I drank and drove and stole a pizza to go
I am outta money so tell me what should I do
I am bankrupt
Just corrupt
Bankrupt
A sick sick pile of dirt
I got my fingers in bones and dust
I went to a funeral just to see a dead horse
I ran around in circles till I could not be found
I got no money so tell me where should I go
I am bankrupt
Just corrupt
Bankrupt
A sick sick pile of dirt
You got your house and a swimming pool
A little bird to tell you what time can do
I got a couple forms and a finger print to prove
I got no money, no love, just a single pair of shoe
I am bankrupt
Just corrupt
Bankrupt
A sick sick pile of dirt

Sunday, March 01, 2015

Dying Head

A hill in the midst of a sinister sea
Birds whispering in the anti gravity
Rain soaked clouds inked into the sky
A purple moon set out to dry

A choking sun enraged in the heat 
A forest fire strangling in the burning deep
A sea of wild flowers bloom in the red
A dry purple moon becomes wet in a slowly dying head

The Bugs Are Screaming

The bugs are screaming in my head
They want to take the life of all that's not yet dead
A claw strike here
A venom inject there
Is there a form of any real escape

The humans try what they can really do
But the weapons are far too old for them to shoot
A soldier brainwashed here
A government exploded there 
Is there a form of any real escape. 

No no
Don't you hope for peace
Cause no such thing exists

No no
Don't you pray for justice
Cause we believe we can see