Yard Trip #7

Yard trip number seven's. The one that they painted on the lawn. And if we load it up into this gun. Soon it'll all be gone. Quarter to eleven on the day of my birth.

Altargirl 13

I hate myself. I hate myself for what I have done. I hate myself for what I've become. . Devils vain in your face. Razor to your wrist, don't be afraid.

Fathead

Why don't you beat it why don't you go away. You smelly butt why don't you go away. You're just a turd why don't you go away. Sit on it nerd why don't you go away.

13 Freaks

I don't care, fuck you. You're a deadbeat whore and deserve what I'm offering. I don't care. You're a victim under red lights, suffering. . Pure black filth to fuel the fire.

World Painted

Yeah I can see for miles and the time is empty. I bounce on a wire just try and stop me. A million things I could think of today. Cause my mind is racing, I wanna stay.

Walk Like Me

You could walk like me,. aint that hard to do. Confidently stride. even in worn shoes. Yeah, yeah, yeah. oh, walk like me..

Falling Apart

I'm in a dream because everything seems. Like it's moving through some kind of fog. I try to explain but the words come out strange. And I don't know what I'm doing wrong.

Witness

It's taken everything. Everything I got and it's hung me on the line. Water rising up over me. And I think I'm gonna die, think I'm gonna die. . I told a lie that's what I said.

Wish Bringer

Yeah, come on, it's nice and cozy along. . If you'll only look into yourself. And find the time but dear it's past. Pigeonholed behind the canvasses. Shades here like you've never witnessed.

Expriance The Ozzfish

Vortices Of Linear Thought

I want to find, you, my mind; set you free. And here this whole time I thought I was you.. Walking down that broiling street, trying to beat the summer heat, trying to keep shoes on my feet to stop the blistering. And concrete is warm and my shoes are worn; don't know where I've gone but I must move on..

Experience The Ozzfish

I got a call last night from Warren. Somebody told him his band is boring. Warren was crying, he felt so bad. Cause the punks don't like his bell-bottom pants.

The Art Of Sharing

Suppose your habits could ensnare me,. would I be free?. To choose the size of my cage,. and the type of feed?. . Take and you give. and you give and you take.

Winter Song

Jesus knockin' on my door. Late last night, early this mornin'. Window glass, rusted and weary. I went straight through didn't hear no warnin'. . Just a roll of the dice and a precious vice.

Windows

Yeah, oh. You count every word I say. Over again you might find a way. Seven verses to magnify. Drop the feathers you will never fly. . Tapestries of black and gold they're crying.

Every Night

I'm not feeling human anymore. Half connected all the time. Each night I document the things I've done. The pointless points I've made for stupid reasons.

Sand Creek

Going out into the eastern snow. in pursuit of buffalo.. Just one beast will feed the tribe,. their life is our key to survive.. Armed with supplies and ammunition.

Erection

Where The Twain Shall Meet

All right now. Push against the wooden table. A sliver cut no trace of pain. I lose it's image as it blurs away. I feel the rope as it slowly frays. .

Postulate

Open your mind, you can't just box the world you live in. Fear of change becomes faith in a stagnate vision. Behind your firewall is access to infinity.