Monday, April 25, 2005


i need my fix
who do i have to rob
who do i have to kill

i need my fix
all my money gone
all my time spent

But finally, i fix

Saturday, April 16, 2005


So many emotions
Too many emotions
So many emotions
Too many emotions

Alcohol Calms it
Sex Calms it
There is no alcohol
There is no sex

I can take the pain
To avoid the overload
But i dont want to
and you dont want to

Thursday, April 14, 2005


I hope you feel safe behind your red line and hard oak
You are so righetous
Sending all of us sinners into the depths below
Only dent you are making is in our pocketbooks and you know it
You bastard, continuing the cycle for your own pompus reasons

You think you are condeming the sinners of the earth
But we are only sinners to your laws
not the laws of god
we are the warriors of god, whos faith is stronger than thou
but perhaps its our lack of your insecurites why we fall into the floor below you

Forever destined to walk the earth with C tattooed in pen ink on our chest

Monday, April 11, 2005


I stare in the mirror

I see a failure
No one trusts me
I was betrayed

and i realize that my delusions are true

and i flex my muscles to remind me that i am strong
I shall fight

Wednesday, April 06, 2005


There is only so much we are programmed to take
There is only so long that you can rely on the muscle you ONCE had

I want to spontantiously combust and take out 4 city blocks, No survivors
I want to shave everyones head and rip off their clothes and make them march double time, no identity

I want to drive head on, glaring into the eyes of the driver
Of a minivan of kids going to soccer practice

I want to be the madman, I want to be the psyco

I want to be that guy on the news that you used to know, that one day lost it, and now the police can't find him

I want to be your fears, i want to be in your dreams and haunt you, i want to wake your children up at night, too scared to scream, too scared to move, so they just lay there shaking for hours, sleepless

I want to be hiding in your closet with razor wire, waiting for you to come out of the shower

All this because you didnt think today, you just followed due process, and turned me into something im not

Sunday, April 03, 2005


Up all night


playing the blues

Watching infomercials

s0 fucking miserable
even alcohol cant comfort me

if i could fight you , i would