Here I am again, face down in my own memoir of last night’s sin. I’ve got my middle finger and my bad attitude, and a tight rope under my chin. Hey there Freddy Kruger, let me call an uber, I think it’s time for you to go home. Obnoxious mean composure, the pity party’s over, Goodnight. have fun in your nightmare zone. Forgive me, father, for the sin is in my lungs. I’ve got 2 cents and change, but I’m biting on a loaded tongue. Too late, hellfire burns at the oral gate. I hate the bitter taste of my selfish state. So save your breath because I’m done. Biting my tongue, cocked like a loaded gun. I’m done, breathing my own venom. Hey there Freddy Kruger, let me call an uber, I think it’s time for you to go home. Obnoxious mean composure, the pity party’s over, Goodnight.Have fun in your nightmare zone. Hey there Freddy Kruger, let me call an uber, yeah it’s time for you to hit the road. Obnoxious mean composure, the pity party’s over, Goodnight. have fun in your nightmare zone. Here I am again, face down in my own memoir of last night’s sin. I’ve got my middle finger and my bad attitude, and a tight rope under my chin. Here I am again, yeah, but I refuse to give up the good fight. I may lose my pride, lose my mind, but I will never give up the ghost until the day that I finally lay down and die.

Purge the machine. Set the pixel addicts free. Megabyte me. How can we breathe drowning in our dopamine? Habitual scrolling endlessly, lost in a virtual reality. Data transmit viper spit, swallow deep chronic gluttonous tick. One more hit, one more click, keep that social crack pipe lit and suck it. Down the rabbit hole, existing in a waste of time. Yield complete control, sell me in the data mine. Burn the optic wool, witness of the great decline. Kill our finite soul, the suicide of humankind. It’s not too late, evacuate, fix the error of our ways. Seek the truth, future youth, heed our failures and mistakes. Keeper’s gate, ape escape, fallen prey to the lords of hate. Break away, disobey, land mindgames, we refuse to play. Pull back the digital curtain, you may not like what you find. Analyzed, multiplied, regurgitated, your vomit tastes a lot like mine. Apocalyptic pregnant ithundercloud, algorithmic nuclear fallout. Black mirror mirror, watching from the firewall. Perpetual lust of stimulation and withdrawal. There is no value, no hope, no love from motherboard. Nursing a toxic manipulated zombie hoard. We are gun fodder, the fuel that burns from womb to urn. Recursive habits plague the circuits. Take back your mind, disconnect and uninstall. Rewrite your code, end the curse, delete them all. Megabyte me. Be free, for you were made to be. 1-2-3-4 self destruct the cyber core.

A new dictator has taken over. More egocentric than a local network actor. Gather up the makeup artist and the camera crew,prepare a fancy puppet show and sway the public view. Did you read twitter? Oh what a shocker!It’s more corrosive than a nuclear reactor. Inform the president and prep the army to,gather up the protestors and feed the boys in blue. How can you see with wool in your eyes? O’ big bad wolf, I like your sheepish disguise. The truth resides in satellites. Big brother is watching when we sleep at night. Did you know the earth is flat? Corona Virus was a bat. Harambe was shot with a gat. Gravity is not a fact. Simulation theory hack. Airplane chemtrails made me fat. I hate country, I hate rap. Did you read the tweet from trapt? Check out my new tribal tat. There are stemcells in my snack. Did you hear Kanye’s new track? Jeffery Epstein was attacked. There are warheads in iraq. Imagine dragons nickelback. Illuminati covert frat. “It’s a trap!” Look at me, drama queen, your attention please. Ignore the shapeshifters on your tv screen. “Did you know science shows jet fuel can’t melt through steel beams?” Hold your breath, count to three, save your energy.don’t engage with the narcissistic chimpanzee. Bite your tongue, bide your time, wait for the right moment to strike. The early larva and impending Karma, Feed off the drama of your diy soap opera. Lie and swear and spit and curse until your face turns blue,ignore the burning T-N-T right in front of you. The noxious aura, o’ king of the cobras,savor all the venom in your self inflicted trauma. Summon all your followers and drink your witches brew,have your fun in the spotlight, we got our eye on you.

Eye for an eye, bleed the old man dry. Hang ‘em high, leave the deadweight and the guilt behind. I thought my hindsight was 20/20, blindsided by the year. One beating after another, manipulated by my puppeteers. If life is a joke, I don’t think it’s funny. Knock me out for the punchline. All aboard the next big disaster, my train of thought is losing track of time. Dear Mr. Hyde, I don’t feel quite like myself. Self prescribing to nurse my mental health. I’ll be the first to admit I’ve had better days. I’ve got 99 issues and more are on the way. Nothing feels quite right today, no, I don’t feel okay, But As long as I’m living life, I’m living thunderstruck. The government wants to take our money, building walls on our prison. If depression is a state of mind, then pray tell, what country are we living in? I thought that douchebags were dead and dying. “Truck nuts, tap out, and beer.” Make me pay for your fr my ee speech, and I’ll castrate the chrome on your lifted steer. Dear Mr. Hyde, I don’t feel quite like myself. Self prescribing to nurse my mental health. The fire in my eyes is an all consuming rage. Take your hands off me or I’ll feed you to the flames. In a world filled with sheep, why can’t I fall asleep? I’ll be the first to admit I’ve had better days. I’ve got 99 issues and more are on the way. Nothing feels quite right today, no, I don’t feel okay, But As long as I’m living life, I’m living thunderstruck. In a world filled with sheep, why can’t I fall asleep? Wake me up.

Parasite, genocide, mastermind, ruler of the hivemind. Separate, interrogate, manipulate, wield the fingers of hate. Idolize then crucify, when out of our sight and out of our minds. Amputate the slow decay with viper fangs then cover up the tumor, when it needs another suture, dependent known abusers, vomit like a worker bee. Another day - another dollar, another month spent just to cover the rent. I’ve got the introspection of a two-bit scholar, I’ll never make a dent rubbing my two cents. Running my mouth on wet cement. I’ve got a long ways to go but I don’t walk alone. All for one and one for all. Broken bones, bruised and battered, sticks and stones bend silicone locus point shattered. Choke the parrot’s beak on the rebound critique, then turn and preach it to the choir, as they sing with tongue and cheek. “All hail the king of hide and seek.” You’ve got a long ways to go but you don’t walk alone. All for one and one for all. We lost our head in the trenches of a loaded gun. Gained a couple more inches but we’re never done. Scoffers call from the benches with a razor tongue. Jackals hunt with a vengeance and we’re on the run. One for all and all for one. We’ve got a long ways to go but we don’t march alone. All for one and one for all. We brandish our torches to light up the path ahead. Our bodies scar and blister, but the real war is in our heads. Forever a work in progress, grow, rebuild and integrate. We are more than our failures and we are not defined by all of our mistakes. All for one and one for all. All for one and one for all. A house divided will always fall, so all for one and one for all. Draw your lines, one more time, sway the tide, fight the good fight. Cast aside, the caustic mind of humankind, we are flawed by design. Shed the dead weight, brace the floodgates, mend the heartache, break the mold and escape. Find a way to force and break through the hatred in you. Blood thirsty volcano, detonate your ego, listen quick and speak slow, Believe you me, the truth will set you -

I can’t help but feel dirty inside, dissect me in your secret lab. Do you want to bite me, Mr. Hyde? Well don’t blame me if I taste bad. If misery loves company then why am I so sick of being with me? Doctor Jekyl, take your hands off of me. If I bleed out, then at least I’ll be free. I’m chasing my own tail in all directions, but if I catch him, tell me what am I to do? There’s something wrong with me in my reflection, I see the devil in memory of you. If these walls could speak, they’d only lie and critique, and I would burn them down for a moment of peace. And if the hills had eyes, I would buy dynamite, raze every mountain in sight, just to sleep through the night. And if the trees had ears, though it might seem severe, I would cut down every forest just to keep my conscience clear. If misery loves company, then why am I so sick of being with me? Doctor Jekyl, take your hands off of me. If I bleed out, then at least I’ll be free. I’m afraid I am just like you. Like a dog to my vomit, show me the menu. I’m chasing my own tail in all directions, but if I catch him, tell me what am I to do? There’s something wrong with me in my reflection, I see the devil in memory of you. Let me rest in peace. Please just let me be. Why won’t you just leave? Let me rest in peace.

A static twitch and pull, they think they bought ya. The warning in my skull, La Cucaracha. Pretty plastic puppeteers, selling stupid souvenirs, do we have a volunteer? Lay down, roll over, play dead. Pass me the gasoline. I’ll wash the sin from my eyeballs clean. Burn the witches on the tv screen, brewing spells in a caldron latrine. “Come one, come all! If you’re thin, fat, short or tall, dinosaur or millennial. Sick of feeling tired and tired of feeling sick? Then we got the product that will fix you up quick. Our miracle serum tastes like mayonnaise and piss, But it will maximize your joy and extend your hefty happiness, Forget about your dreams, your love and sensibility, Then we’ll take your keys and your social security.” There’s something wrong with this picture, Look closer and you’ll find, there’s more to this than meets the eye. Read the fine print and follow the clues, There’s a million bodies buried underneath the home they sell you. Lick your lips, does it taste like glycerol? We work ourselves to death then they make us pay for the funeral. There’s no fight left in our dying horse, But they won’t stop swinging when our heart stops beating. Turn off the frequency, your drama won’t set us free. Cast all your spells on me, gossip banshee. Throw down or throw it up. Up yours, you’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face around here. Don’t spit another word, keep that forked tongue tied inside your head. Swallow your fear like narcotics, and panic becomes the new norm, darling. The mad alpha dog needs to be put down before we all end up dead. Turn off the frequency, your drama won’t set us free. Cast all your spells on me, gossip banshee. I can’t remember the last time there was a calm before the storm. The human race is sprinting backwards, a three legged chase for the blind. These violent delights will have a violent end, propagated by cowards. Tick tock, stop the clock, target locked, grab the glock, walk the talk, safety off, take the shot, pop pop. Pass me the gasoline. I’ll wash the sin from my eyeballs clean. Burn the witches on the tv screen, brewing spells in a caldron latrine.

Turn the key, hit the gas, leave your worry in the past. My body bag in your back seat, and excuses 6 feet deep. Hit the road, run the red light, make a scene, act impolite. A new level, but the same ol’ devil. full throttle, put the pedal to the metal. The pulsing red white blue light. Regret is stalking tonight The panic and paranoia. Seductive casanova. Who put my body in the bag? “Call me Jekyll, Mr. Hyde.” Chloroform polluted gag. “You can run, boy, but you can’t hide.” Karma’s pissed, the die is cast. Off the cliff and through the glass. Is it just me or does it feel like the end is near? Let’s call in an Easy Victor and get the heck out of here. Pull my spirit from the wreckage. Mental strain and perennial damage. Sifting through the thick debris, of withered thoughts corrupting me. Hopefully there’s something here, still of value, preserved and pure. An ancient relic of bygone days, a younger heart ungrieved by pains. If I could change the path of history, I’d save this child from my iniquity. A wasted life spent and missed, hurdling headlong into the abyss, Where finite grains of time are doomed, bled out from a gaping wound. I’d scream with throat bloody and soul bare, but I doubt that you would listen, and if I’m being honest, I don’t think that I would care. If the past climbs in your bed. Hell Yeah. Focus on the road ahead. Hell Yeah. Let the dead bury the dead. Hell Yeah. Come with me if you want to shred. Stand your ground when smoke is thick. Hell Yeah. Hellfire burning, come what may. Nothing good ever grows quick. No way. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Our mistakes and bad choices, whispering with anxious voices. O’ body bag please help me to sleep when I end up six feet deep.

Cauterize my one good wing. Scrutinize the new routine. Tear apart the words I sing. But the question remains, who died and made you king, Cobra? Sink your fangs into our wounded neck, siphon your fix at the expense of someone else’s paycheck. It’s funny how one voice in the whole crowd can be so obnoxiously loud. A lonely king of a nuclear wasteland, breathe it in, call it your salvation. With a pair of dumb thumbs, unleash the machines, wield it ungraciously mean, No one ever asked you to speak, a loud mouth is the crown of the weak. Bite your tongue, shut your trap, or we will stitch it shut for everyone. Vomit your opinions online, take your time wasting all of mine. Hide behind your keyboard and screen, honey you’re all buzz and no sting. Praise yourself, expert director, but you’re nothing but a spineless dictator. Such a pity for the know-it-alls in charge, burdened by those egos so large. Bite your tongue, shut your trap or we will stitch it shut for everyone. Your mouth sure does move a lot for someone who says nothing at all. I’ll find a way to shut you off, spiteful prophet without love, summon a new paradigm. I’ll Flip the switch and pull the plug, delete your virus, fix the bug, and rip your cables from our spine. Free your mind. Abort and purge me. Blue Screen. Without you, I’m free. Reboot me. End of line.

Bite the hand, don’t let go, until we sink our teeth into the master gland, the final blow, break through the bones beneath. Overdose me to numb your pain. Piranhas have no sympathy for the meat they consume. Rearrange the symbols of your username. The algorithmic exploitation of our doom. A meager pawn in a gerrymander game. It’s a checkmate before we make our first move. White black and blue bleed the same as you, and every lonely neck breaks in a hungry noose. Gather all your crows, and witness the murder inside of you. Colonel Mustard knows, but why can’t you seem to take the hint and get a clue? We watched the denim burn, dancing in your pyre. Cut them off and find a diamond thong hanging on the telephone wires. It only takes a single match to start the forest fire. So grab the microphone and sing along as we burn down the empire. Cut out my tongue just to watch me bleed. Karma with the payback, Dharma with the invoice. Does hiding in your borders make you feel free? Red white or blue pill, we never had a choice. Close your eyes, count to ten and breathe. Hit the killswitch and blackout all the white noise. Summon the apocalyptic jamboree. Bangarang battlecry, signal to the lost boys. Gather all your crows, and witness the murder inside of you. Colonel Mustard knows, but why can’t you seem to take the hint and get a clue? We watched the denim burn, dancing in your pyre. Cut them off and find a diamond thong hanging on the telephone wires. It only takes a single match to start the forest fire. So grab the microphone and sing along as we burn down the empire. Sweep the leg, no mercy. Sweep the leg, get him a body bag. We watched the denim burn, dancing in your pyre. Cut them off and find a diamond thong hanging on the telephone wires. It only takes a single match to start the forest fire. So grab the microphone and sing along as we burn down the empire. Bite the hand, don’t let go, until we sink our teeth into the master gland, the final blow, break through the bones beneath. I said sweep the leg, no mercy. Break through the bones beneath. I said sweep the leg, no mercy. Get him a body bag.

The blind embrace of a newborn babe. Be afraid, be very afraid. Doomed to struggle in a state of decay. Be afraid, be afraid. Arena born and forced to play. Be afraid, be very afraid. Carve our names on an empty grave. Be afraid, be afraid. I’d rather die for something, than hide another day in the shadow of fear. You can bury your head in the quicksand, while I grow my wings in the atmosphere. Microdose our abstracted brains. Be afraid, be very afraid. Nursing a retina dopamine buffet. Be afraid, be afraid. A Prophet’s head speaks on a silver tray. Be afraid, be very afraid. The profits puppeteer the morbid display. But I will not be afraid... Yeah I’d rather die for something, than hide another day in the shadow of fear. You can bury your head in the quicksand, while I grow my wings in the atmosphere. Tell me, dear friend, why do you cower at the shadows lurking in the dark? Fear would have you buy passage, waste away as a calm hostage, in the belly of a dead-end God forsaken ark. Bravery may be excessively difficult to dig up, but I’d rather die digging than living a life of comfort, left questioning, always questioning, questioning, questioning, questioning why. I’d rather die a failure than never have even tried. Hey kids, be obedient, do what you’re told. Your fear is legitimized so buy more gold. Turn me inside out just to make yourself feel a little bit happy. I could eat your whole world but somehow still end up feeling empty. We don’t even like the taste, yet here we are, throwing salt on all our wounds. So tell me why do I feel betrayed when I twist the knife in you? Who are you to shoot me down when I’m on my sleigh? You’re gonna shoot your eye out kid, put that gun away. Who am I to wear your crown when I have no faith? If you don’t confess what you did, there will be hell to pay. Sever the burden tied around your neck. Our sorrow is not weakness, even Jesus wept. Pull the pin out of the grenade, the sound you make will resonate on deaf ears, but they can’t ignore the flames. Hey kids, be different, don’t fit the mold. Your fear is weaponized for their control. Swallow down the poison that I made, when I disagree. The wait for them to all drop dead is patiently killing me. Pobody is nerfect, I am king. Pobody is nerfect. Please forgive me.