in a world where we loot steal and prey on the misfortunate/ no mother to invention take that plague to the orphanage/ we take that pain and absorb the formulas/ trying to sustain, conform to the informative/ I'm just trying to learn how it's normal to live when social decay defines all our norms to exist/ and it seems 90% of this human experience is being worn to the ribs/ there's gotta be more than this/ let me ugly metaphor your universe/ better warned snuggling head of horse before the funeral service/ hold your crotch cobra locks no emotion dodo nods/ yeah I know you're not land rover rock and blow the spot/ hand over, hand over god, caddy shack gopher bomb/ go for broke pneumonia cold metabolic culture shock/ off the block metal polished caught or not/ kalishnikov bricks from mars stick to the cause what's a face on a mountain side?/ monument mouth design nano-tech mandible fresh/ commando breath til the masses defect/ and that's the science/ Anglo irish/ homestead/ where a man grows silent/ dead/ standard on both eyelids/ all stamina no mileage/ off camera so modest/ lost animals no guidance/ watching both sides of the holocaust from Cooper and O'Reilly/ it's time to eat the diet is kosher/ no matter what bible you beat don't get your hopes up. in a world where we loot steal and prey on the misfortunate/ no mother to invention take that plague to the orphanage/ we take that pain and absorb the formulas/ trying to sustain, conform to the informative/ I'm just trying to learn how it's normal to live when social decay defines all our norms to exist/ and it seems 90% of this human experience is being worn to the ribs/ with no morals for defense/ you can't just ignore the trends/ because kids these days they aren't born to a fist/ they're born to the turmoil parents horde within themselves/ and that's the type of thing that shapes the cores we've developed/ where every step forward seems like there's more to regret/ and every set report seems like there's more to the threat/ it's important to ask yourself how do you want to live life/ between society... and the corner, or the edge/

I wake up in the coldest bed/ alone and stretched out no more holding hands/ just a grown ass man sleeping shoulders pressed against the floor boards seeing his ceiling through a broken lense/ Knowing my life must be a joke with friends/ but I'm composed of stress propulsions the pressure/ measured by the hope the ends justify demeanor/ should've of known you can't make stoic fresh/ Especially when everybody's scoped on pleasure/ eyes kaleidoscope forever/ who'd of thought strength to be the downfall/ root the problem the trench the enemy pounds on/  Sleeping in the back unsure how fast we're living/ lost the woman of my dreams through the cracks in my fingers/ no peace, or even REM patterns/ insomniac who just wants a few winks to be with her/ in her embrace I never knew limits/ felt stable nothing to lose living the precipice/ went from booster influenced blue chipping to a future invested in solitudes wingspan/ in a vacuum of space with no wind beneath it/ refuel the iron eagle or combust to phoenix/ what's the meaning forgot how inspired feels/ dragging this pick axe through the mine fields/ used to touch the sun for warmth/ Now my comfort zone's back to iceberg shoulders/ getting used to being sunk for once/ there's no room to float when your life's worth's quarters/ more useless tokens of hope/ fished from the well that we might turn corners/ a man who's just trying to cope/ risking it all before the light source novas/ 

I'm not a product of optimism/ adopted logic rot where positive thought drops to the bottom of the pot you piss in/ I'm not fishing for compliments or fetching for peace / I'm tossing dynamite in the pond to eat what floats, no catch and release/ this is homage to the cynics/ bonded to realities consequences/ common ground found huddled around trash can fires in bombed out cities/ but I'm calm now, indifferent/ dissolved proud, pulse pounding/ back to primitive walk dragging his digits/ damned if I did it, damned if I didn't/ damaged goods, hear the fragments/ should've shook it before the john hancock/ god's plan stopped immediately after the apple was bitten/ No casual religion or lies to prove/ no fanaticism planting explosives trying to inspire the truth/ it's free range or prison state/ what side are you?/ information age or Plymouth gradient/ history plagued by culture specialized in misery's trade/ maybe it's a ving rahmes medieval phase/ That's how grey gets it Gettysburg addressing the envelope every single day I'm watching the world decay trying to locksmith some worldly ways for living/ no more mislead hope opportunities knocking but I'm on the wrong side of the dead bolt/  no thoughts that unities progress you may belong but my friends don't/ accosted loony bin nonsense don't care if you are strong with the best cult/ chances are the individual survives but i bet the rest won't/  logics nuisance now we all rely on heaven to cope/ survive with a nuance of desperation to blend in with hell and center ourselves/ it's not the success or accomplishments it's the struggle/ in love with the stress the constant risk conflicts with the common concept of humble/  the conscious decision for torture at the source of the continence/ the competition pitting fate against the force of the confidence/ the kind of change that's forged under the weight of the final steps towards the abyss racing the wasteland thinking we were born for this/

You'd like to think it's all roses, it's wilted and smoldering/ save it for a guilt trip ticket to get home again/ the small moments gilded with chrome and trim/ sacred rebuilt in a stick figure who's motion sick from patterns/ I'm trying to get out though/ less classic more southpaw/ no microscope no scalpel/ ambidextrous/ words moving but the mouth wont/ no righteous quotes just relearning how to float/ and redefine powerful/ some meaning of life counseled hope/ barely even amounts to know truths about tomorrow/ maybe I'm to proud for a sergeant's tone/ just because I can't spit the scars from the throat/ it's doesn't mean I'm not hurting/ the calms a cloak/ and demands respect with each barb I swallow to cope/ lost what I tried my hardest to hold/ now I'm stuck facing tomorrow alone/ I really need some "better days" and as far as I know I'm still headed west/ hand over the eyeballs until the sediment rests/ let the gentleman fret silent protecting my breath/ knowing every step forward it must get better than this/ and I'm not looking back, nah never again/ the past is there, I know the look she has, the memories etched/ all I can really do is sever these limbs/ set the standard as living proof forever can end/ forget the fanfare just give me truth whatever it is/ I'm ready for it/ why else would I have bothered polishing gun metal ribs/ not trying to follow fodder I'm the one that'll live/ regardless of the odds put a hundred against/ eventually it will break if it bends/ and I'm taking that chance, head of steam straight for the edge/ let em scream/ staying braced for the worst but embracing the best/ I really need some "better days" And maybe the days better/ no stress in the bays weather: no hesitant or shame stepping in front of the fates pressure/ from where I'm from to the gains level/ from where I rest the rest is just the grains and pebbles/ engrained in pedals/ i keep walking and the chains are heavy/ I've got to bear this burden before I change the setting/ still learning how the weight affects me/ turning these wheels hands in the clay and pressing to shape this destiny/ finally smiling but still laying waste to everything/ theres scars in the harmony no way i'm forgetting/ charging towards tomorrow's dreams with faith and the lead in these teeth/ so save your prayers and pennies my souls already paid the penalties/

These Sunny mornings got us thinking... "someday somewhere we'll afford that luxury of relaxing"/ but until then we're pushing forward square to the walls our back's against/ the fortune is that we're fortunate enough to be aware it's happening/ thats the happiness/ the pressures the weight measured against the gravitas/ where X is the faith immeasurable by any mans algebra/ we think we've been writing this how to love/ but the reservoirs dry there's not a separate source for miles so the how to is done/ there's no manual for a man who's wills defined by the chances he'll take to find just one diamond in the rough/ when what's precious is pedestal'd but not presented for the touch/ there's simply no pretending he won't sacrifice his own flesh and blood/ and disregarding how he was regarded or discarded is the problem with tomorrows forecast/ its time we clear the atmosphere quickly/ this elephant in the room is cool but better suited to a room with a view where he can at least acknowledge the crime of being trapped in here with me/ Those overcast afternoons had us pondering... "Who actually gave value to the cumulus silver lining?"/ assuming his sense and foresight wasn't confused by his familiar climate/ we can deduce there's more than just mirrors and razors behind them/ clear of the self hatred stepping from the fog and can tell ourselves that we've made it/ unable to look back and measure how long it's actually taken/ Accept the reflection of a radiant beauty we can truthfully identify with/ Resolute enough to salute the moon's disguises/ we speak in tongues at retributions volume/ heart on a half sleeve tattooed with hues removed from silence/ The darkest of black inks that move in unison with the vibrant colors of youth until the lines blend/ and we're consumed into the timeless/ wondering how long the life lines stretch scribing freedom with tied hands shaking as her kiss moistens these dry lips/ justifying that it's just us defying the vital functions existence relies on/ the desire to survive these long lonely moments/ These pitch black evenings had me guessing/ tomorrow itself is truly only defined by it's reflection...