Neon National Park

There's a television on in the basement where the beasts are chained to the wall.. Theres a fistfight in the hall where the beasts all dance to. songs made from listing. There's a backbone in a proportion,.

My Woods

There's a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves. Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve. With every hack at synaptic gaps, there's another to the hairline.

More To Offer

Let 'em hear you in the back.. . The muffled whispers from the back of the hall resonate right through the crowd.. The wall of sound takes aim and quickly shoots it down..

Walk On Bodies

Bled out the last of me. Right from the start. You said you never knew. So you just tore it apart. My wrists still seem to bleed. I can't get it stop.

Map And Compass

Villains

i can't see. the point in feeding that so what can. i say. fucking saving grace. but still i cannot see it. why. in this instance it's the bullshit. can't you see.

Hail Mary Leakey

Work hard, play nice then send your souls to paradise. That's your choice, one beekeeper, several billion bees. My honey quota will land me a spot inside.

Useless

I laugh at you, as you cry with me, why must I feel hatred for you?. Uncle sammy tried to hurt, but he knows that we can't break his lies. . Inside. .

Fish Eye Lens

It's like a tidal wave inside my brain eroding every thought away. Blindfolded, I try spear gun down my own tail of blame. Intelligentsia, mediums, media, cameras with heat-seeking wit.

Undercut

Sane closed my head shut now that I am painted black. Everything I am is gone, like you pushed me. I burned my hand, closed now, I close my soul from behind,.

Earthtones

The Sick

Scratch the tears in for good. Sadist. Feels good. Life can't hurt on tv. Godspeed. Lucky now. When he grabs your hand. Do you lick again. But the taste has changed.

So Few

I alone. Cry beside her. Pushed away. Once too often. Face that lie. Vision changes. Shade is ice. The words are poison. . Changes made now why can't i.

Domesticated

Sleeper

I tried to tell you. There's something dead in me. Love lies in moments. Still I cannot grasp one fragment. I can tell you nothing. Answers don't exist.

Call It A Day

Bust Tropical

I'll cast a thousand votes and write a thousand books. And thoughts of mine still won't be heard. You can create a priceless art that seldom ever hear or see.

Self Punishment

Gotta mind, gotta fine mind. . Find out what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling. My confusing living blind mind, no acid pop dreams lampshade dress me. Tripping on greed, my own delusions, table ready salt.

Attack Of Orion And The Left Arm Sunburn

Failure!. This holds no promises or look what I have dones. It's holding onto something and that something's probably flawed. I don't want a gullet full of chunks.

Scission

If I could find a way to erase the day. I would starve the endless night and burn out the lights. You don't need to understand. You'll never need to know anything.