1. WE ARE FUTURE HOUSING DEVELOPMENTS FOR MAGGOTS

Bureaucracy, a democracy in an office
But I don't remember electing the bastard I work for
He just sucked cock all the way to the top
Come to think of it then
I guess it's really like our government
Look at this world
We created order where there was emptiness rather than chaos
Fill out a form, take a seat
And wait for your turn to die
Might as well just hang yourself with red tape
You'll just end up dying in the process of asking for help
Crushed in the gears of our shitty health system
None of this makes any fucking sense
A society believing its own hype
Built on borrowed power
Calculating nothing with exact precision
Think about it
If we're at the top of the food chain
Since it's a cycle, we're also at the bottom
At least a maggot eats and shits for a purpose
And feeds the earth
We defecate in porcelain sculptures
And pretend it disappears when it's flushed away
It's a good thing we die eventually
Or else it would be even harder to take any of this seriously
And it's only in death that we really find our place
Where we finally belong
Inner peace is nothing compared to having
A purpose and a reason
We are meat for maggots


2. TOO MANY HUMANS

Kill the children first! We won't see any difference
For a few years, but we'll eventually be able to have
A seat in the subway.
It's the cause of each and every problem in this world,
Overpopulation. Infestation.
Call it what you will.
In the end it all means the same thing,
Too many fucking humans.
Never again will I have to feel a stranger's skin in
Contact with mine or have their human stench lingering
On my clothes.
Drowning in their blood is a small price to pay to avoid
Having to touch their flesh.
Prove your worth, and we'll let you live.
Uselessness will no longer be rewarded by welfare checks,
But rather with a blast in the fucking head
And just like in China, we'll make your family pay
For the bullet as well as the salary of the poor bastard
Who's paid to drag away your lifeless body.
Sometimes I think communism had the right idea.
It was just implemented by underachievers,
Every man was created equal, Worthless!


3. NO ONE WOULD NOTICE IF YOU DIED

Why don't you smile, she asked.
I'll smile when you're dead.
I answered.
And I wasn't lying either
The image of her head caved in from being repeatedly
Slammed into the ground would have brought a huge grin
To my face and given me that look that people say
I get when I just did something really fucking mean.
She leaned in closer, to my disgust.
And who the fuck do you think you are,
Talking to me like that.
She drunkenly slurred.
To which I deadpanned,
Someone who doesn't suck cock for a living.
At that moment, I thought to myself that no one would
Ever notice if she died.
They wouldn't miss her anyway.
This street walking whore obviously had no family
That cared about her.
Even her so called clients wouldn't miss her.
As some younger, probably less disease ridden prostitute
Would take her place within minutes.
I wouldn't even be the aggressor in this.
She's the one who launched an all-out assault
On all of my senses.
Her putrid odor of stale cigarettes
And dried cum digging so far up my nostrils that
I can taste it in my mouth.
Something I could have went my whole
Life without experiencing her grating,
Nasal voice making the verbal diarrhea spewing from her
Probably most prolific money making orifice even
More aggravating to match her nauseating,
Unkempt appearance.
Yet she'd probably be even uglier had she showered
In the last month and let her ugliness be fully exposed
From under the dirt and scum she is now thankfully
Covered in... Now this has to be considered self-defense!
In degrading herself by swallowing cum for survival,
She has now become the perfect victim.
To a point where it just takes the fun out of it


4. DO NOT DEFEND ME

You don't have to agree with anything I say.
You have every right to hate me, but for fuck's sakes,
Do not defend me.
You don't know me.
And most of these songs are probably about people
Just like you.
The last thing you ever want to do is try
To psychoanalyze me.
It's not because every action you ever committed was
A direct reaction to the fact that
A family member touched you 'down there'
When you were a kid.
That it's the same for everyone.
Some of us actually manage to get over our daddy
Issues instead of going through
Life as a pathetic attention whore.
And you can't really blame your father.
I wouldn't of hugged you either you fat, ugly bitch.
I'm not putting up a front.
And any limits I impose upon myself are for
Your own safety, not mine.
Don't waste your time telling me to be true to myself,
Because this is what I believe.
And if we were actually true to our inner self,
We'd be slaves to our animal instincts
And all we'd ever do is eat, sleep, and fuck.
By your logic, the people who listen most
To the little voice inside their heads would
Be junkies living only to find their next fix.
Even if it means sucking some fagots cock.
Is that really who you want to use as a role model?
It's what you decide to do that establishes who you are
And I've decided to be a miserable motherfucker here
To point out everything that's wrong with everything
And everyone.
Even though I have no tangible solution to offer you...
Other than killing yourself that is,
You useless piece of shit.
Inside this asshole shell I've created for protection,
Is an even bigger asshole just wishing he could
Come out and rape you.
You're the ones who need protecting, not me.


5. QUANDARY

I still remember when it started
How do we fall asleep?
Unanswered, it kept me awake
Am I a series of reactions?
A constant domino effect from the big bang
Nothing lost
Nothing gained
Everything changes
Or have I been perverting my essence since birth
With every action I regret?
Is true self a labyrinthine course
Towards my metaphoric heart
Or rather the whole of my destiny's design?
Or is the whole of myself a quest to balance these states?
Therefore, I'd be a quandary
A state of perplexity or doubt
But did an enigma lay dormant until unearthed
Or did the question create the state?
Crudely said: Is it my fault?
If the answer is that there is no answer
And the question will not die, what then?
How do they pass through life with
(Or without) these questions?
If it would, at least, block my reasoning at myself
For if I do not understand my mind
What is it worth trying to figure out the world?
Why do I still try?
And finally, I question the very basis of the crisis
Is this a lucid state?
And what if it's all genetic?
Depression passed down, wires shorted out
Predisposed to think?
Predisposed to be sick?
Seems like this is the deepest it goes
My own body, which I cannot trust
So no reasoning possible
I'm forever blocked at my first step
And sometimes I'd rather stumble like the blind
The final level of questioning
Self-doubt leads to nihilism
No knowledge will ever be gained
But with silence comes questions
Unanswered, they keep me awake.


6. MOST UNCLEAN

Yeah those were the days.
But I've changed my ways since then.
I have found faith, but you,
You're all the same all dripping wet with sin.
I watch you sleep, you seem at peace.
Your pretty lips are even smilin'
Why does the fact that you're a whore hurt me
More than it hurts you?
This is going to hurt us both but we'll be closer
Because of what we've gone through
You're like that eve bitch. What could one little apple hurt
Right?
Keep talking, with every step you're just walking
Towards the light.
What exactly got into your fucking head to make you expect
A fair deal 'cause it's a lie.
The only God given birthright you have is
Your right to fucking die.
Of course this existence follows a grand design,
But what makes you think he owes you any answers?
This world owes you nothing bitch!
He gave you life, gave you flesh, gave you free will
To fuck it up as you wish.
I've bled for your sins.
Now it's time for you to bleed from mine.
It's time for you to get your first taste of the divine
Where are your smart ass comebacks now?
One day this world will be clean.
Look at you, regurgitating bile on yourself.
You even fail at vomiting.
Tainted from birth because your parents felt that
They were above an immaculate conception.
Couldn't your whore of a mom do it the old fashioned way,
Getting impregnated by a fucked up
Angel with a virgin fetish?
I know the blood is on my hands, but
I'm not the one to blame anymore.
I'm just doing God's work.
It ain't my fault the good lord hates whores.


7. OVERRATED

Apathy is divine.
The day I stopped caring,
I became God and this world's secrets opened
Themselves up to me.
Why are we here?
Well where the fuck else would you be,
You dumb motherfucker?
If there was a god, do you really think he'd give
A fuck about you?
You'd just be like a useless little ant to him.
Life exists because the only alternative
Is absolutely fucking nothing
And if you were nothing, you couldn't really realize it,
Now could you?
Not that you've really amounted to anything.
Pop out a couple of kids to gain a false sense of
Immortality like you were programmed to
And move the fuck on.
We blind ourselves to what is truly going on here
Because we can't accept it's immense simplicity.
Life is not a miracle,
It's a daily occurrence.
The only astonishing facet of it is the astonishing
Amount of bullshit we feed ourselves to make
It seem so much more grand.
So much more epic.
You are who you are because you had to be someone,
And it just happened to fall on the ugly prick known as you
The randomness of it all is cheapened by the fact that
It happens a thousand times every fucking day.
I know what they say, every snowflake is completely unique,
But once it falls on the ground, it's just fucking snow
And you're flesh and bones, just fucking human.
Like everyone else. So find yourself a reason to live.
If it keeps you motivated to go on. Good.
But be honest with yourself about what you are truly doing
You're just finding a way to pass the time 'til you die


8. TELEVISIONARY

He was discovered early this morning by former co workers
In a public bathroom at his former workplace
It was revealed by the police that he had been
There since Thursday evening.
It is presumed that he chose that date because of the
Extended weekend to provide and extra day of decaying
Before he would be discovered.
The body was found naked, with all major arteries slashed,
And as is the case with most hangings,
Both the body's bowels and bladder gave out.
It was revealed through forensics,
That he was also covered in vomit,
Caused by having swallowed rotten milk,
Presumably on purpose.
And semen from having masturbated one last time before
Using the blade to mutilate his genitals to cause
All the blood to come out.
One can safely assume that he wanted to be found covered
In as many vital fluids as possible
When they would be discovered.
Co workers described the sight, especially the smell,
To be intolerable and are noted as being in need
Of psychiatric help as a result of making this gruesome
Discovery, and were all sent home from work to try
And recover.
Most were said to be in a state of shock,
And emergency grief counselors were sent to the scene.
The only witness who agreed to discuss the incident
With us stated that he could not believe
His former co-worker had done this
That he seemed like such a normal person
Who always minded his own business and kept to himself.
He then broke down and started crying and repeatedly asked,
Over and over.
Why would anyone do this?


9. WATER COOLER SUICIDE

That's how I want it to end.
A footnote on the back of a crappy newspaper.
A short report by some faggot with a bad comb over
On the morning news.
Something everyone would discuss that day at work
And start their day off thinking about the uselessness
Of their own existence.
A real water cooler suicide.
If you want to be remembered,
You have to go out with a bang.
People judge a story solely on it's ending.
You have to give them what they want, blood, sex,
And controversy. The more embarrassing, the better!
Most people can't remember the singer from INXS' name,
But we all know he was found in a hotel room,
Hanging from his own belt with his limp dick in hand.
As a result of an overzealous game
Of auto erotic asphyxiation
If he only managed to cum just a bit faster,
He might still be alive today.
And we'd probably all have completely
Forgotten about him by now.
He has attained the status of a legend through
One final disgusting, self-gratifying, quasi-suicidal,
Carnal act.
It doesn't matter what you accomplish in life,
As long as you give them something to talk about
When you die. I want to be remembered for one single
Stupidity I committed, and forgotten for who I really was.


10. A CATHEDRAL OF FLESH AND FLUIDS

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