1. KILL FEE

We are the freaks.
And we dare to believe.
There is a place for us in this world.
Full of narrow lanes.
And rigged games.
And confidence masking as intelligence.
We dare to believe.
That empathy is more than a nice idea.
We dare to believe that you don’t want to fuck with me just because I breathe.
We are criminals with no crime.
They twist our words into crooked lines.
We may win this war.

It won’t be today.
We have walk through fire first.
We have to die of thirst to purge the poison in our veins.
Television gives me dirty looks.
Feeling guilty all the time.
If you’re going to make me the criminal, let me do the crime.
We may win this war.
It won’t be today.
We have walk through fire first.
We have to die of thirst to purge the poison in our veins.
We are the freaks.
And we dare to believe.


2. BARN BURNER

We are would-be saviors.
Smoke-and-mirror failures.
And we all have a plan until we get hit in the face with our useless daydreams.
I’m no savior.
I saw a woman fall today, but I pretended not to see.
A desperate man reached out to me.
Just hid my eyes till he went away.
Another simply asked me a question.
They just want to be seen.
I know I’m guilty because I know that’s me.
I don’t hate you...
I just feel better when you’re not around.
Yeah I see you, while I stare at the ground.
I want bullets bouncing off me.
Safe from behind the glass.
I wish I was deep, but I’m two feet tall.
I wish I was stronger.
I wish I was better than this.
Sadness with a shelf life.
I’ve got empathy until the next light.
I don’t hate you...
I just feel better when you’re not around.
Yeah, I see you.
I’ve been thinking that I’ve been drinking too much of my own kool aid.
I’ve been thinking that I’ve been drinking too many endorphins.
I must have left my cape at home.
It’s buried under my opinions.
Yeah, I wish I was deep, but I’m two feet tall.
I’ve got bad posture.
I’m no savior.


3. NEW BEST FRIEND

All my friends, they fly too high.
Just to get burned.
But it looked like fun, so I gave it a try.
Danger tastes so good.
Yeah, it always does the first time.
What could go wrong?
We gave them wings with nowhere to fly.
Gave them broken wings and told them to jump.
All my friends, they fly too high.
They all got burned when they touched the sky.
Now I’ve got a new best friend.
I can’t remember the last time I could live without it.
We gave them wings with nowhere to fly.
Gave them broken wings and told them to jump.
So they crash landed at our feet.
They crash landed like charred remains.
My new best friend fills me with promises.
My new best friend fills me with dirty blood.
My new best friend just took my job.
I think my new best friend is trying to kill me.
So I watch as we all fall like dominoes.
Spending my days swaying in the streets.
This is no longer fun for me.
The party’s over.
But I can’t go home to a burning building.
At least my new best friend is with me to the bitter end.
This is the last time I give it a try.
This is the last time I say goodbye.


4. CHEAP TRICK

Am I sober?
Am I clean?
Am I just stuck in this machine?
Just like you.
We are drunk on sweet medicine.
We are all covered in dirt.
I’m a cheap trick.
I am fake lit.
I am covered in dirt.
I can’t get clean.
Should I be just like you?
Should you be just like me?
We are deaf from noise pollution.
We are high on plastic fumes.

We are all dope dealers.
Selling envy on street corners.
I’m a cheap trick.
I am fake lit.
I’m covered in dirt.
I can’t get clean.
I am stuck in this machine.
I am stuck in this machine.
No more hoops or faded lions.
This is a circus with no freaks.
No more poses or fake smiles.
I think there’s something in your teeth.
This is a counterfeit conspiracy.
It’s all a cheap parlor trick.
A hollow hand with empty offers.
This life we share is slight of hand.
This joy we parade is a gimmick.
The truth hides in a corner.
The sycophants have taken over.


5. THE FOREVER PEOPLE

Your pride is not virtue.
Your conviction is conceit.
Your pride, it’s bigotry.
It’s tragedy in a cheap disguise.
So let’s load up on shame.
So many targets for us to blame for our misery.
No more fictions.
No more flags.
No more faith.
No more pride.
It’s just a game to them.
So let’s load up on shame.
So many victims for us to blame.
Keep selling your faith.
Stay on your side.
But your imaginary friends and your imaginary lines have body counts.
Pick your gods.
Pick your side.
Choose some labels.
Choose some lines.
Pick your gods.
Pick your side.
We’re selling tickets for the end of time.
Choose some labels.

Choose some lines.
Pick your gods.
Pick your side.
We’re selling tickets for the end of time.
Get ’em while they last.
So let’s set fire to these symbols of pride.
Someone get me a match.
The books have been lying.
The truth has been hiding.
Because the facts we’ve been smoking are broken thoughts that we choke on when they get stuck in
the backs of our throats.
No more gods.
No more countries.
No more lines in the sand.
No more blood on our hands.
No more gods.
No more countries.
No more pride in our flags.
No more blood on our hands.


6. WAR WITH STRANGERS

I’m at war with strangers.
Scream bad poetry at the sky.
Fall in love with the wrong guy.
Steal my bread and I’ll steal yours.
Paint the world red and wish me dead.
Build your dreams and your schemes in dark corners.
Use words that come with warnings.
This is a war, but it’s not of our making.
So proud to be manipulated.
Just give me a weapon and some grievances.
But this is not my war.
Feels like we’ve been manipulated.
It’s none of my business.
Can I just get a witness?
I’m at war with strangers.
I’m tired of listening to talking heads.
Gonna listen to the devil instead.
I’m so tired of walking on eggshells.
I’m holding my breath while I choke on opinions.
Can I get a witness.
This is a war not of our making.
The only danger is that we’ll trip over the strings.
We scratch and claw while they laugh and watch.
We are tonight’s entertainment.

I’m at war with strangers.
The clothes you wear, it’s none of my business (NOMB).
The bed you share, (NOMB).
Fake friends in the air, (NOMB).
The poisons you inhale.
The tales that you tell.
The opinions that you fake.
Do whatever it takes.
It’s none of my business.


7. KNIFE SHARPENER

Words.
Words are weapons.
Loaded with shame.
If talk is cheap, why does this cut so deep?
I just want to be wrong without a sword to fall on.
I just want to speak without someone judging me.
Can we talk?
Can we just have a conversation?
A simple conversation?
Can we just talk?
Can we exchange words?
Do I have to pay for every word?
I just want to be wrong without a sword to fall on.
Yeah, I just want to be free without someone judging me.
Here we go again.
It’s happening again.
I can’t find the right words.
Watch what you say.
Let’s tie some tongues.
And see who wins.
I feel your blame.
It’s the trap of the day.
We’re so afraid.
But all this silence is screaming.


8. THE ALARMIST

She’s not dying.
She’s just tired of waiting.
She’ll be just fine without us.
Yeah.
She’s not dying.
She’s just tired of trying.
She’ll be just fine without us.
Don’t want to see this again.

Don’t want to be this again.
That’s my own blood I’ve been hiding.
That’s my own blood that I’m denying.
It’s not your fault, it’s mine.
It’s not her fault, it’s mine.
I don’t see a happy ending, do you?
I don’t see a solution, do you?
I don’t think words will save us, do you?
I don’t think we’ll outrun it, do you?
I don’t think they even believe us.
Do you?
The sky is falling.
It’s landing on us.
She’ll be fine.
We’ll be dust.
The words are flying.
It’s not nearly enough.
No more plans.
No more talk.
She’s not dying.
She’s just tired of trying.
She’ll be better off without us.
She’ll be fine.
We’ll be dust.


9. THE LONG SEARCH FOR PERFECT TIMING

There’s a hole in his head where his life used to be.
Another stain on the wall, but there’s nothing to see here.
It’s all too easy.
We’ve seen this before.
We know the ending.
This tragedy porn.
Let’s go back to sticks and stones.
Get me a knife.
This should be more fun.
The guns, the guns aren’t working.
There’s a hole in the ground where her life used to be.
Another stain on the wall.
We’ve seen this before.
But we don’t dare have this conversation.
That would be dangerous.
This isn’t the time or place for that.
Plenty of prayers to keep us fat.
Fresh out of philosophy.
Fresh out of conspiracy.

The more I see the less I feel.
The more I dare dream the bigger the pill.
We’ve got to respect the dead.
This shitty tv movie.


10. ALL STICK & NO CARROT

Told what to buy while they all steal.
Made to hustle for my next meal.
Told to work while being broke.
Told to speak while being choked.
Let’s hide in bars instead of factories.
Let’s pick our scars for entertainment.
Stay inside the lines while they adjust the picture.
Try to keep score while they change the rules.
We are clever rats following a flute.
Dangle a carrot and watch us swoon.
All these things we get to own, but they really own you.
All the dances/love that we fake.
And all the delicious poisons we take.
But I don’t feel better and I don’t think you do either.
Why do we lie all the time?
Honor me.
Love me.
Buy me.
Just don’t see me.
Do you think there’s a winner?
Do you think it’s you?


11. WAX PRINCESS

Say hello to yesterday.
While you were sleeping we all got played.
They build you a cage and they call it a kingdom.
They step on your neck and call it freedom.
They reach out a hand just to pick your pockets.
Stealing rights with empty promises.
So say hello to yesterday.
They trample women and they make you pray.
While they pick your books and your history.
This doesn’t feel like freedom to me.
We are idly watching, as the past invades.
The slippery slope is now a cliff.
Your devotion is a lunatic sport.
Your conviction is a lunatic sport.
Your choices have been made for you.
And your voice is a tiny echo.

With eyes to the sky and over your shoulder, I’m going to listen to the devil instead.
Your body is not your body, And your mind is not your own.