Like a fire by the rising tide: burn Like the soap that cleans your wounds: burn Like your freckled skin after hours in the garden: burn. Burn. Burn. Like the letter no one is supposed to read Like the torch on the walls of the temple Like the lawn green sawgrass growing in the Everglades Burn. Burn. Burn. Like the scarecrow when he meets the witch. Like the coils in your vaporizer. Like the CD in your disk-drive when the download is complete. Burn. Burn. Burn. Like the Vampire stumbling in the sunlight Like the wings on Icarus when he disobeys his dad Like the paper that you rolled around a spoonful of nutmeg Burn. Burn. Burn. A block or two away from a blazing ball of gas A pebble on the turnpike around a larger clump mass And your only purpose on this earth, as far as I can tell, Is to burn until you're the last tree in hell. Like the protesting Buddhist monk Like the candle flickering in the synagogue Like the Norwegian church in 1994 Burn Burn

Smoke rises from the treeline when I hear the warison. Its been sixteen days since I stuck a needle in my skin, but the loneliness and self-pity are starting to get the best of me, and esoteric poetry is not a perfect distraction. So grab your rifle and aim for survival. Wear your scars like untamable tattoos. It takes more than a preacher to convert a nonbeliever- crawling through the thorns in the blood-soaked shoes. Climb up from the trenches when the weather starts to tame. The callery pears blossom and they smell just like your shame.No one taught you how to cope when the sickness took away your hope.There's something watching through a scope and it's lining up the crosshairs. So grab your rifle and aim for survival. Do not loose yourself inside your head. It takes more than a preacher to convert a nonbeliever, wading through the bodies of the dead. Distant song. Wonder how long you can hide inside your fort. Black tar sky.I Wonder why you learned to sell yourself short. Don't you ever sell yourself short again. Just grab your rifle and aim for survival. Find someway to realize that you're loved. It takes more than a preacher to convert a nonbeliever, waiting for a sign from up-above.

I got a growing list of names of the people whose faces I never want to see again. I' got six spare bottles of hand sanitizer so I know that I'll never run out I got a package coming in from Houston: marked with some strangers name I got a baseball bat for protection and I'm getting better with it everyday I got a friend on a plane to Denver: I'm never going to see him again I got a friend in a bar in Boston eager to lend a hand I inhale candy 'cause it's the sustenance that keeps me awake and alive On the day that the devil drags me down will me memory survive? Left in my shrinking fiefdom: starving for revenge. During daytime it feels like thistles- during night it's a syringe. I got a safe place waiting for me in Davie, Florida where they'll welcome me like the prodigal son I got ambitions growing like milkweed Thank your god that I don't got a gun I have rage like GG Allin when he dances for the crowd I've wasted words while whispering now I'm going to be fucking loud There's a howling voice inside of me like a demons call to arms I'm going to write about these problems and raise all your red alarms Boiling blood, in my veins, suffused with heretic pride Reminds me of my days with the Nazi's: drinking Dew and bumming rides I need to the the hell outta here I'll wait 'til winter strangles fall 'Til then, don't expect me to make amends I say fuck'em Fuck'em all

Look out the window through the spiderwebbed glass At the watercolor painting of the wet morning grass I guess some people are just born crazy The pixies come out, all frail and blue Wave goodbye to girl that you never knew Nothing in the medicine cabinet can save me Sleep is like an ancient text I lay on the bedroom floor When the sun cracks the envelope There's a knock on the door Familiar shape through the diamond cone A message from something that you are not alone A game of gods, played by turn Swelling wind, howling sound Find some comfort underground In the mountains, bushes burn If you're to find the answers Break through the electric chains Whose can say happiness Is only for the sane? Well I've been waiting for the constellations to lineup Watching the planets dance along on course Who will guide me through the hazy meadows? What is happiness? And what is it's source? Rising sails outbound for the new world Sea salt air mingles with the pine Everyone here is weakened by some illness You can runaway from yours. I will find some way to live with mine.

Just behind the doughnut shop on Huckleberry lane sailing on a sea of cardboard and grease there's a man with dark green corduroys, two sizes too small, and tobacco stains on his remaining teeth Grey clouds backpack from the northwest dressed for the winter months. Old Delano has no good place to go So he finds a spot of concrete by the bathroom in the park and while he sleeps his only blanket is the snow. But you know it's his own damn fault that the power plant had to make a few "tough choices" And although now he spends most days wandering the streets He lives inside his head, with several nervous voices Part the rows of cars when the light turns red Some of the drivers smile. Most just turn their head. As the saying goes "Out of sight is out of mind" I am young & I am blind

Last night black smog ascended from the ocean. The celestial spheres began to wheeze and choke. Things were going fine when we took shelter at the library, until public bathroom filled with smoke. And I wonder if I was a good man in a past life. And I don't think I deserve to ever have children or a wife. And I wish I hadn't misplace my eagle-hilt knife,because I could really use the peace of mind. I want to get a swastika tattoo'd on my ankle and show it to all the decent folks I meet. So they'll know right from the beginning I'm a shitty fucking being and I deserve to join the earth beneath their feet. And I wonder if this song sounds too much like AJJ. I listen to them when I feel like a broken mess because they fucking slay, but I will sit here and keep trying to make lemons out of lemonade. Maybe I'll get a visit from the father, the son or holy shade. Or just roam around the city, a perpetually cooked grenade. Orphans have it made because there's no one they're supposed to love. Silent night, holy night, all is lost, all will die

Show me Own me Grainy picture quality And fucked up TV shows Remind us Of times like these Up all night Submerged in Televisions light Demons are afraid of me When I'm surrounded By the light Of the TV

Spend my days thinking of exclusive ways to kill you But nothing seems to work And nothing will fix the issue There's two ways to go about it: One is to live, one is to die Grab life by the throat, be fruitful and multiply Following your dreams Is harder than it seems You make a mistake or two than it all comes back to haunt you You can let this one go I'm afraid that it will be fatal The baby will be fine if you just rock the craddle When I think of you i can't get any sleep at night I'm a child of the darkness and I'm still afraid of the light My birthday was on the sabbat and my evil blood was spilled I've took many lives sense then, but I am living still I am living still Embrace the darkness hidden deep inside Humans are better when they've got something to hide Whether you're fucked in the head Or way to normal All is for one, one is for all Let us all fall When I think of you i can't get any sleep at night I'm a child of the darkness and I'm still afraid of the light My birthday was on the sabbat and my evil blood was spilled I've took many lives sense then, but I am living still I am living still Hide in your thoughts to make it through this tragedy I don't think you're right but I'll respect your honesty And once you've passed the ten sub-levels of suicide Ten years of remission and a loving family by your side When I think of you i can't get any sleep at night I'm a child of the darkness and I'm still afraid of the light My birthday was on the sabbat and my evil blood was spilled I've took many lives sense then, but I am living still I am living still

When I die, they knew the devil was coming But at least, I died for something I didn't quite go out like GG Allin But neither did Per Ohlin They found me by a dumpster Drenched in my own piss But at least I gave those fuckers something to miss To be honest I think I love you But I don't think love exist An overwhelming amount of alcohol and dopamine Ignited our true loves kiss And yes my darling, the rumors they are true I don't believe in God, but god damn it I believe in you

Light in the cold room gets clearer I can finally see the murderer Hiding in the mirror Didn't live a life worth living I found my soul Rotting here in prison Wish I could make it up to all of you I'm not a maniac Have you seen my IQ? And I'm sorry for there loss Pretend they were martyrs For a just cause I rationalized, I made it true Don't worry, even God pays his dues I see you differently than other people do Just be glad there's a wall of concrete Between me and you I knew the killing couldn't go on forever So I took the liberty of Ridding this world of her Loss of the family hurts everyone Doesn't matter which side of the gun Or knife you're on And I'm sorry for my loss But she was a martyr For a just cause I rationalized, I made it true Don't worry, me and that bitch paid our dues

Keep waiting for me darling I'm on the other side It's so bright and everyone's excited But I don't think I was invited I've got a six pack I think there's a guitar in the corner I'm gonna spend eternity thinking of a New world order And I'm gonna write a rebel love song About a girl that doesn't exist And you know I'll remember your name Cause it's tattoo'd on my wrist I'm an ugly mother fucker with a whore for a mother And I couldn't be any happier I got chaos running through my veins Laced with pure, white cocaine I used to have a mother figure She doesn't miss me as much as I miss her Maybe these feelings will freeze over during winter