from the moment i wake up the air is thicker when it hits my lungs

tickled drums like tree branches crack under the shaded sun

wind thick as cave soot and sand from the ocean shore

often bored, but barter many days for food to feed my young

staples of society couldn’t staple society back together

industry has torn apart the land, corrupted all the weather

better minds than mine have tried to figure out a remedy

human nature far surpasses nature’s lack of empathy

we tend to keep the peace by hiding eyes from slaughtered houses

tend to feed the people meat deprived from private slaughterhouses

mend a broken wing with lead and led the cherubs to the lake to swim

they swam for several seconds, till they sank right to the bottom

now i feel my arms and legs are pulling frantically against an undertow

i’m slow to grow, but court a passion for the tightest rope

so tie the tightest knot, been forced to tithe the righteous flock

grew tired of tides of war turning toward the tidiest and staunch

we put an end to it all, whatever you may call it

the purpose of society is as useless as a wallet

the suit and tie demeanor is a veil to mask the truth

if most of you were shown the path, you still wouldn’t know what to do with it

the shoe not only fits, it’s so damn snug it hurts your ego

i don’t own a pair of boots that match, i’ve got bloodstains on all my clothes

it’s either mine, or i’ve been fighting off some monsters while i sleep

without the city street lights, how am i to see? huh?

radiation changed the pecking order

now the danger not only lies across the border, it’s in the corner of your room spinning a web to catch the skittish and misinformed

till then just sit very quietly and act like everything is normal

media was once a tool for statist propaganda, now there are no states or television sets for them to broadcast on

bizarre to think that once upon a time people would meet inside a building, never talk, and trade leaves for food to eat like swine

bazaars are now the only place to meet and trade necessities

the well off don’t even go to save themselves the suffering

they send their slaves to beg and barter, or slaughter people’s son’s and daughters to create more slaves and sell them at a price that no survivor knows

time is so irrelevant

my clothes are made from pelts and skins

my skin is dark from dirt and sun
my son already looks the same

i’ve sang a song to lull him into sleep, but now the creatures outside of the cave are screaming bloody murder



*ALL*

i don’t want to fight no more

i have no idea what i’m fighting for

this whole war is bigger than us

these problems you don’t want to confront

you be crying like…



we struggle every sunrise just to sleep when it decides to set

fumble with distorted ideologies to represent

ten fold i’ve told these golden gods to mind their own

sell the concepts of sales to grenades before i throw them

told them since the day i first connected dots like constellations

nobody would listen, they’d just blame my lack of education

now i want to laugh right in their faces, but they’re nowhere to be found

i guess that’s where the joke remains:

buried six feet underground, i’m sound asleep when i do think of it

it never wakes me up, in fact it helps relieve me of my stress

i’ve been known to represent repressed emotional defects, and since i’m opening my chest, i might as well just call this death

i’m over fighting it

i’m over hiding it

i despise who i am, but tonight i’m lighting it on fire