1. A DANGER TO MYSELF AND OTHERS

This is my most heartfelt spit in the face
To every one of you who represent this place.
Every word is a knife between the ribs
Of every single member of the fucking human race.
Live day by day because life is cold.
It's apathetic and ill-disposed.
No one makes the promise that you'll survive.
When death sees fit to close your eyes it keeps them closed
This is a place only for those who endure
And recognize the simplest law of nature:
You die if you don't grow.
The law of these times: abandon all hope


2. SHUT THE FUCK UP, JAILBREAK

Judgment comes when I close one eye.
One last chance to kiss your loved ones goodbye.
Gather and cull without reason or rhyme
One shot, one kill, every fucking time
A radical method of behavior correction
With an intractable refusal to temper aggression.
Take it as gospel.
I mean every word.
Long lives the desire for herding the humans
Then thinning the fucking herd.
For every one of you who judged and abused,
There waits thousands like me with the means
And the will once and for all to even the score.
One shot, one kill
A radical method of behavior correction
With an intractable refusal to temper aggression.
Take it as gospel
I mean every word
The only thing which remains in my mind:
The herding of humans then thinning the fucking herd.
Kiss your loved ones goodbye.
One finger, one trigger, one scope, one eye.
Kiss your loved ones goodbye.


3. METH MITES

This paraphiliac attraction is something
That won't be tamed
Its aftermath silently resides in a dead black vein.
All you love hate-fucked into the ground in its place
With a photograph of your hero duct taped to its face.
Like dead junkie hardware bending through scabs,
It stays stuck in the mouth from the pain.
A simple phrase slowing to stop in a dead black vein.
All you love hate-fucked into the ground in its place
With a photograph of your hero duct taped to its face.
So open wide and out with your tongue.


4. BLAME IT ON ALTERED BEAST

To defend the head - the first lesson I ever learned
The scarring of the mind stretched across hours,
Like novocaine's taste as it wears to reveal
The only thing which tastes better as it sours.
A man torn in half and a beast which obsesses
On giving out what is deserved.
The urge to defend and the lust to destroy
Two masters which no man can serve.
Those whom fate would destroy it first makes mad.
With me forever, the beast which helped me survive,
Emerging like a parasite to defend its host like
A living nightmare walking with death on my side
A man torn in half and a beast which obsesses
On giving out what is deserved.
The urge to defend and the lust to destroy
Two masters which no man can serve.
No man can serve two masters.


5. STUART IS A DEAD MAN WALKING

Adopt the will of the masochist.
To live without, true love un-missed.
A selfish heart incurring debt:
Today's gift, tomorrow's regret.
Now you're just a moving target with not much longer to live
Your worst nightmare is coming.
Keep your door locked.
I know where you live.
I'll warm my hands to the fire
I set to your house with you still inside.
May I be granted this one wish:
That you wake in time to feel yourself die.
The bot swallowed it all, hook, line and semen.
No ties were easier severed.
Now I carry a grudge as rats carry disease:
Silently and forever.
Now you're just a moving target with not much longer to live
Your worst nightmare is coming.
Keep your door locked.
I know where you live.
I know where you are and I can guess where you'll be.
I'm no fortune teller
But in your future I see a closed casket


6. UPSTATE CHOST

Keep your eye on the ball.
Nice level swing.
Keep your feet on the ground, nevermind that sound
And ignore that sting.
From here I will disappear.
I won't fail.
To a man with only a hammer every problem
Looks like a nail.
This ghost town is nothing but hollow.
The callow are trained to carry and follow.
Bitter and fallow, empty if not shallow.
No such thing as tomorrow.
From here I will disappear.
I won't fail.
To a man with only a hammer every problem
Looks like a nail.
From here my wearying ghost will be carried
And here the last traces of sunlight are buried.
Where is the sun?
Where is everyone?


7. ENTHUSIASTIC EUGENICIST

Weed me out.
If judgement itself could speak, it would beg.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
I am an enemy factory - making them prodigiously,
Poisoning whatever touches me by dozens, by hundreds,
To infinity. Weed me out.
I'm a self-abusive black hole from which no sympathy escapes
There's a riot in my skull where sheer
Will is all it takes to create the darkest place
In the world and disappear in it.
I am an enemy factory - making them prodigiously,
Poisoning whatever touches me by dozens,
By hundreds, to infinity.


8. FUNCTIONAL AUTIST

Witness this: a mortal man absorbing all one can take,
Pointlessly opposing a perfect pipedream's
Wake perfectly honed to mar the lives of men,
Immutably bound to its yoke again.
Harboring a refusal to learn,
The tide sees fit to carry astern.
The stubborn sea commits to churn.
The motherless aimlessly yearn
For instructions without scorn
They sever the tethers which their arms adorn
As our fathers commit to learn to lose to life
And not to mourn.
Conscience germinating pangs of guilt by the score
Grasping at life's fragmented wreckage refusing
To wash ashore.
Warring with diluted love's attempt to scar the mind.
Where is the dream?
Gone and left behind.


9. GRAVEYARD POSTCARDS

The horde from the opened earth swarm to devour.
Swallow me whole, no final hour.
When you call for me and I'm not to be found,
Check the hiding places then check underground.
Spitting out one thing to swallow another,
It's no wonder why the urge returns like hunger.
When you search for me and I'm nowhere around,
Don't waste your time looking.
I'm underground.
Making allies of hardship and grief,
Here I lie silent beneath.
With my knives I'm armed to the teeth,
Gone hunting for the thief.
I'm sending graveyard postcards which tell of your fear,
When turned over read: "Wish you were here."


10. OF SCATTERED ANTS THAT SWARM TOGETHER

The sky is on fire. I am the fire,
And now a jury turned into a choir.
Second chances came and went.
The distance is growing and won't relent.
My eyes overcast in tears and mud.
My debt overpaid in bone and blood.
Time lies of its age and we're wont to cease since
The fires and the floods.
Second chances came and went.
The distance is growing and won't relent.
The echoing death rattle of honor still ringing.
The scars of battles old still stinging.
Holding shaking hands in the roar of the quake
With the choir singing the only sound it can make.
Second chances came and went.
The distance is growing and won't relent.
Familiar, defeat's acrid scent.
The passage of distancing time won't relent.


11. ANIMAL MOTHER

Breathe with hell in your heart and see
With death in your eyes.
Should fear exist in you,
Your scent will draw the hunters to you.
If you move, run for your life because
In this place anything that moves dies.
Here there's no haven. Move like lightning unladen.
Keep your head down and run as if pursued by hell itself
Here there's no haven.
You've got to move like lightning unladen.
Abandon all you've wanted because you've become the hunted
No man is ever so honest as when trailed by a hunter.
This is no secret, from one animal to another.
If you move, run for your life.
Here there's no haven.
Move like lightning unladen.
Keep your head down and run as if pursued by hell itself
Abandon all you've wanted because you've become the hunted
Breathe with hell in your heart and see
With death in your eyes.
When you move, run for your life because
Anything that moves gets thrown to the wolves.


12. DO NOT RESUSCITATE

My eyes deceive me.
It seems the only explanation for this.
What of the spirit we loved
And the heart no one seems to miss?
Surrounded by the deluded with no sense of reality,
Ever singing too loudly of their fucking soundscan fantasy
Tear open the shirt and read it true:
We'd rather be underground than surrounded by you.
Today is our day to die.
Tonight, leave us where we lie.
There's a place in the lights for those
Who ambitiously pimp their name and those
Who sell facades of themselves for the ephemeral fame.
If you're counting on seeing us there,
Without a doubt you idiots can count on the fact
That you can count us out.
Tear open the shirt and read it true:
We'd rather be underground than surrounded by you.
Today is our day to die.
Tonight, leave us where we lie.
Now let us wish you goodnight and goodbye