Nine to five…you’re just

Getting by…

Your whole life’s just a

Daily grind

(It goes) on and on, again

You’re not alone

Overtime…just to

Stay alive…so you

Can retire right

before you die

(It goes) on and on, again

You’re not alone

I hear your chains rattling

A political staredown

Slowly murders another town

(it goes) on and on, again

you’re not alone

I hear your chains rattling

It shouldn’t have to be this way

We’re only digging our own graves

Digging our own graves

step right up and feast your eyes

upon the freaks, we keep inside

it’s no illusion, these monsters are real

they’re buried inside you, the sickness you feel

in cage number one, the girl next door

addicted to meth, and learning to whore

and in this cage our middleclass everyman

chewing the fingers off of his own hand

in this tiny cage, a family of four

daddy smacks her around, but she comes back for more

the politicians are kept in a cell, bolted shut

I questioned god-questioned my mind-I questioned love-I questioned time-and all I found was I’m not sure-just what it is I’m looking for

I laughed at god-altered my mind-perverted love- and turned back time-and all I found-what I believe-makes sense to noone else but me

Lick the stale whipped cream off of my face-belch but keep the vodka in it’s place-can anyone tell me-whatever happened to me?

Hop and wave and make the children laugh-turn around and take it up the ass-can anyone tell me-whatever happened to me?

Splinter my shins as I hump the pole-a pink umbrella and a tight rope-can anyone tell me-whatever happened to me?

A pretty target painted on the ground-children screaming as I hurtle down-can anyone tell me-whatever happened to me?

Puke each time you land-swat you with my hand-circle and come back-get your own

It’s only the waste of my waste

Dope fly

Smell the greener grass-invite yourself to crash-junkie with no class-get your own

It’s only the waste of my waste

Dope fly

Inhale-exhale-and wipe the sweat from my face

Pushed down-forced out-like a child that’s fallen from grace

Horns honking pagers beeping cell phones so deafening

I drink-I think-as I slide the shells into place

Pushed down-forced out-like an angel that’s fallen from grace

Horns honking pagers beeping cell phones so deafening

Memories of darker yesterdays

Angry child trying to numb the pain

Social misfit always stereotyped

Misunderstood and criticized

Promises injected ritually

Lies that only fuel hostility

Fear and hate so easily confused

Tell me now Who should you be?

Tell me now What should you dream?

What you see On mTV

Is All the brains you’ll ever need

Empty eyes in empty head

Get back in line

Bow your head down to the trend

Get back in line

Tell me now who should I be

Tell me now what should I dream

All I see on my tv

Is manufactured personality

I do what I can with what I got

BREATHING FLIES UP MY NOSE AS I SQUIRM

(MY HEAD’S A) PARASITE FARM AND I’M FEEDING THE WORM

STARVING WITH COCKROACHES CHEWING MY GUMS

JAMMING BEES IN MY EARS WITH MY THUMBS

The mosquitoes are knocking but nobody’s home

The leeches already sucked me down to the bone

I can’t get the cricket chirping out of my head

The maggots will have a feast when I’m dead

Little fragments of what used to be my memory

Blurry faces that --flicker by and laugh at me

Decaying fingers scratch --at the darkness, cold and hard

The little voices in my head telling me where you are

I should be somewhere else, not buried deep down under here

Minutes are years, I think I hear your footsteps drawing near

Come to pay respects, --in your new black overcoat

Won’t you be surprised when I crawl out and grab your throat?

It’s killing time

Do you recognize me, underneath this rotting skin?

You’ll scream my name a hundred times before I sleep again

Ransack the aisles for some handy-size suicide pills

My losing ticket scrunched up in my sweaty hand

My lost dollar, my last good nerve, need a twinkie rush

I feel my car keys jingle in my sweaty hand

Kwik shop commando And I Just lost the lotto So I Slam down a bottle And I Open full throttle Head on

Staredown the cashier hiding in a cage of bulletproof glass

The line behind me growing restless, I’m surreal

One-stop zombie, kamikaze pilot on four wheels

Neon lights shatter, my ears bleeding from the tire squeal

how many reasons do you need

to kick that addiction

every promise you make to yourself

forgotten in an instant

why can’t you seem to recall

how you lived without it

your head is a mess and you whine

suffocation

the price of…isolation

critical…to excess

for perfection

i push the limit

nothing fought for nothing gained

your ass kiss social ladder policy

motives questioned

failure reeks…of irony

truth is power…to the driven

the will to fight it

I killed the mailman yesterday

We had our words

He couldn’t be trusted

I blew him away

The little girls with the cookies

Don’t come here no more-I scared them away

But just to be safe

I boobytrapped the door

Everything’s a lie

I’m dropping out of therapy

It never worked

They said I was crazy

I disagreed

The men with the badges

Are kicking down the door

Everyone hates me, but that’s OK

I hate them more

Every minute of every day

The fist in my head keeps pounding away

The bullshit you do, and the bullshit you say

Is fuel for the fire that burns in my brain

You’re digging under my skin

Living a lie you push in my face

The fist in my head says to blow you away

Your corporate gods and shameless greed

Are reason enough to make you bleed

You’re digging under my skin

THIN STREAMS OF WATER silhouetted BY THE DASHBOARD LIGHTS

FLICKERING HIGH BEAMS BARELY PENETRATE THE LIQUID NIGHT

THE AIR’S ALLREADY THIN AS I LIGHT UP A CIGARETTE

THE COLDNESS CREEPING IN, MY HEAD IS CRACKED, MY BRAIN IS WET

COLDER

BLACKER

Than death itself

Swallow me down

The power flickers once or twice before it finally dies

My legs are growing numb, the coldness crawling up my spine

The pressure’s sealed my grave, now there’s no turning back

They’ll never find me here, swallowed by the river black

Colder

Blacker

Than death itself

This man is a wolverine in a petting zoo

This man is sick to death of feeling used

This man is tired of the games you play

This man will never, ever go away

It’s my life

It’s my mind

It’s my life

It’s my time

This man is the seed of doubt sown in your head

This man is a hornet caught within your web

This man is sick of how you bleed me dry

If you could take back something you said

Why won’t you

If you could undo something you did

Why won’t you

It doesn’t have to be terminal

If you could free your mind from regret

Would you

If you could ask someone to forgive

Would you

The crow flies into the sun and burns it’s

Tongue to spite it’s own face

How many bridges will you burn

every breath I took for granted

Every call that went unanswered

Every tear I wiped away

All the things I didn’t say

For every smile I had to sell

And every dream I shot to hell

Every chance I smoked away

All the things I could’ve changed