[Ending Beginning]
C'mon

You've got to feel the ultimate real
To make it go away
Is everyone afraid?
This time it's just ?
Decimates
?
Finds its way
Don't turn around because you're dead when you look away

I can hear you
Say something in the dark to maintain
I can hear you
Don't you look cause you're never

Run away
You're running into nothing
The problem isn't hiding
Your paranoia, lying
It manifests
Discontent deviates
Manic state
You're too late
Don't be around because you're dead if you look this way

I can hear you
Say something in the dark to maintain
I can hear you
Don't you look cause you're never

This is ending
Your beginning

What have I become?
Look at what you've done
Something isn't right
You're supposed to die
We emulate
Celebrate
Can't dictate
Human waste, not the case
Don't understand why you're fighting me
Killing me

I can hear you
Say something in the dark to maintain
I can hear you
Don't you look cause you're never

This is ending
Your beginning

[Talk]
There's a man who lives on Butler Street who's completely out of his mind.
You see, he lives alone and everyday he wakes up and there's no one there.
Then he gets out of bed and walks around his house calling out "hello" as if someone just happened to be squatting in his closet that day.
But then he gets hysterical and runs outside and starts screaming like Charlton Heston in Omega Man until someone comes outside and tells him to "shut up".
Then he smiles and laughs and does a little dance as he struts inside,
confident that he's not the last man on Earth.
He does this everyday.
What the fuck is wrong with people?

[Dead Weight]
You help me survive, you're the reason I'm alive
Speak softly, cyanide
Passed from your mouth into mine
Your breathing sounds like the sickest music playing backwards in my head
Contagions, so hellatious
You can't find the words so you scream instead

This lifeless ordinary
My righteous unsuspecting
I have a secret- you are a dichotomy

What won't kill me- makes me
What won't love me- hates me
What won't kill me, dies

You could help me hide, you could keep me inside,
Heart broken, petrified
What am I supposed to do if you don't try?
Mad symmetry, senseless poetry
Laying naked on my bed
Contracted and frustrated
You won't say a word and your eyes are dead

This lifeless ordinary
My righteous unsuspecting
I have a secret- you are a dichotomy

What won't kill me- makes me
What won't love me- hates me
What won't kill me, dies.......
What won't kill me- makes me
What won't love me- hates me
What won't kill me, dies

The whole fucking world's against us dude, I swear to God....

[All I Know]
I wanted a ?
I wanted a tact
I wanted a way out
You knew me better than that
I wanted a ?
I wanted content
I'm really fucked here
Don't know when I'll fucking come back

Hello - it's here to stay
Turn the other way
Someone to see it all
Even if I wanted to

Anything
I am the anguished man

I wanted to see you
I wanted a brain
I'm out of goodness
And now I have nothing to say
I am the ?
I had a chance
I'm sorry it's someone
?

Shallow - it's all a game
You are the only way
Finally - I watch you die
I don't want to ?

Anything
I am the anguished man
A damaged man
I am the anguished man

I wanna be nobody
I wanna be nobody
I wanna be nobody
I wanna be nobody

Anything
I am the anguished man
A damaged man
I am the anguished man

And I stood, engaged
With glazed eyes
Night eyes
My eyes
And the whole wide world around me
They all kept their promises, alright
But what they never realised
Was everything I was promised
Was shit I never asked for
No more pockets being fed
No more exotic exaltations
No more social priapisms
Just the complete and unphacitable realisation
That the whole wide world around me
Is out of my hands
Am I angry?
Of course I'm angry
For no matter how I scream
No matter how much frenzied saliva flies from my mouth
It's still not enough
And it will never be enough
Til with the end of me

[Silent Type]
I'm alive and stark, raving free with only a handful of gravel to suck on for the entire duration of this commercial - free interruption.
We ran and ran until there was nothing left in our legs but sand and bourbon whiskey.
Fuel the ancients,
God of nothing.
Drizzle down the legs of this woman we call America with the glistening scent of her still on our bodies, telling us to rally over her heathen,
jester,
poet,
rogue,
transient,
draft dodger,
misanthrope,
killjoy,
heat seeker,
mofo,
abscessed,
lawless son of a bitch.
We can drag out of whatever hobble they had declared their domain and stand on her teeth
- America's teeth and make the loudest goddamn noise we can before last call because that's considered the hottest band.
The tyranny,
the absolute tyranny,
of being righteous.

I told that son of a bitch twice.
I asked for the Jack and Coke,
not rum and Coke,
not Coke on ice.
Jack and fucking Coke!
And he looks at me all high and proper and says,
"God man, what's the difference?".
I look him square in his ricochet grin and say,
"the hell with you because if you don't know what flavour's your flavour,
then we're not really having this conversation."
And with that, I upended my giant spooling surface, table and ashtray and flew into a legend to have this asshole fucking bartender describing me as,
quote unquote,
'a mad psycho who's really drunk and threw that table at me for no fucking reason babbling about flavours'. Immortalizing a bar myth for wanting a Jack and Coke and proving a point by punctuating with flying furniture.
To each his own, I guess. Go figure.

Is it just me or is irony with its pants up around its ankles throbbing for a break,
a better way,
a reach around,
anything?
We turn and face the bullshit like waves of concrete. That sacrilegious moment before the mindset kicks in and you can't take it anymore and your mouth is the trigger and your brain is loaded and the monster wants to take apart every motherfucker on this planet because they deserve to feel this free.
They don't get it and never will.
So come on you bastards.
I've got the mountains in my bag and a face full of lines,
lies,
and tributes.
Do you want me?
I'm right fucking here.
Away forever if I actually can see a thousand miles. Save your breath because I'm waiting.
Going nowhere but up.
Now back to your life - already in progress.