Super fun bomb time

We’ll bomb them to free them
til they’re screaming for freedom

Chop up their corpses
use them for heating
Drinking your soylent
we know where the dead went

greasing the gears
as the drum keeps on beating
keeping in rhythm
with the hearts it was built from

the machine keeps on heaving
poisoning the air that we’re breathing
Churning out bombs
that we’re dropping for freedom

endless destruction
a  feast of the bleeding
constantly feeding
the machine keeps on heaving
pushing out bombs
that we’re dropping for freedom

 

The Smell of Death

The smell of death
Sits at my door
All my smoke says
What you waiting for

Wont you come on in
Yeah, be my friend
We’ll take a trip
Down to the end

Though we’ve all forgotten how things began
It seems from birth we all ran
Till everything became a blur
So things seemed different than they were

Got the smell of death
Everywhere we go
All our bags scream
That we’re ready to roll

Come on man
Take a ride with us
We can do it again
I’ll call your bluff

Always seeking out the meaning
In a nightmare world unweaving
Random strings get broken loose
Now hang down as a noose

Got the smell of death
standing by my door
Well come on in
what you waiting for

Standing crooked
Death flashed  a grin
Then finally whispered
cant you see my friend
I’ve been standing here so you can’t come in
Cause even death don’t want your sin

Time Clings like moss

its difficult to see oneself physically growing older, approaching 40 while mentally feeling as still in ones 20’s and nothing close to that of an “adult”

Time clings like moss
My body covered in it

Through the thin skin on my hands
it shows as veins

Moisturize, hydrolyze to paralyze the time
A worn down shell
betrays the image of my mind

The ground has grown much harder
than the green grass of youth
even summer winds blow a little colder too

The cycles all have passed to fast
and even faster now
as the time just clings like moss
until my form is covered
its shape completely lost

The sound of our cities

The sound of struggle in the decaying cities of America; inch by inch we’ve been deceived and led into this Orwellian nightmare. A police state overseen by traitorous politicians owned by the elite through their cancerous grasp of the worlds economic levers. A ridiculous, insane and wholly unsustainable system which requires ever increasing consumption in a finite world. Motivated by a sociopathic greed and hidden in the shadows, this small group of men wage wars, destroy our world, create poverty, instability, inequality and death so that the current systems of power remain. Systems that constantly extract a fiat and worthless digital wealth, a few more pennies in their pockets. All for these pennies that result in my death, in your death and ultimately and thankfully their death too.

That Sound

I know that sound
its in every town
every town
has got the same sound

I know that look
its in every city
every city
looks just as shitty

I know that sound
its in every town
all across America
were falling down

watch us swing
watch us sway
get used up
and thrown away

I know that sound
its in every town
every town
has the same sound

I know that look
its in every city
every city
looks just as shitty

I know that sound
its in every town
all across America
were falling down

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m that asshole

Every so often
there comes along
some asshole
who writes a song
about fucking your mom

Well I’m that guy
and that’s what ill do
ill fuck your mom
and Ill fuck you too

Smash it on Monday
two for Tuesday
ill fuck your dad too
if he gets in my way

Got your whole family bent over in rows
I know you don’t like it
but that’s how the song goes

Just when you thought it was over
like some bad dream that you had
I married your mom
now you gotta call me your dad

Which leads to the last part
and I think it’s the best
when I fuck you now
its technically incest

Won’t you come on down

Won’t you come on down and see the many ways our rulers manipulate and control our thoughts to maintain the worlds current power structure

Wont you come on down
And ill take you
To all the places
That they dont show you

Wont you come on down
And ill show you
All the places
That they break you

Wont you come on down
Wont you come on down
Wont you come on down
Tonight

Let me show you
All the brightest places
Where dreams created
by the pretty faces\
Caked in makeup
Are made to make you
Make you break up

Let me tell you
About our lords
Custom suits
Direct a million swords

Turned in upon another
Kill for scraps
And skin each other

Its these pools of blood
That feed the fat
And our mothers bones
Make the thrones
From where they laugh

As flowing sheets of darkest satin
Reflect to us but distractions
The shiny things keep on calling
As we continue, continue falling.

So wont you come on down
And let me take you
To all the places
They don’t show you

Wont you come on down
And let me show you
All the ways
that they break you

Wont you come on down
Wont you come on down
Wont you come on down
Tonight