Lights flicker
in the shop
the kerosene and saw dust smell fills the air
makes my mind slow
to better times
to when I felt alive
the smells sooth me
as I
recall the times
and memories
of forgotten past times
I leave this place
to another
sounds of propane popping
to the smell of yeast
all in preparations
for the
ultimate
feast
those are the memories
that I want to forget
the least
The lest we forget
When the market crashed
the innocent blunders of men
in an attempt to make
profits soar through the roof
into the pockets
of wealthy men
it makes me think
how many blunders
have been forgotten
a midst the rest
Calloused hands
raspy voice
the characteristics
of the man
the father
of my choice
he speaks of the
depression
who would think
class was in session
food trucks and wooden planks
what falls off
leaves him in luck
from pizza dough
to miter joints
ill be
the only one who gets the point
Insanity lives within these four walls
For the many who are obsessed with vanity
They seek shelter in glass houses
Which are shattered by stones called words
We rape the world for green
Our eyes are black like oil
And cause pain
Due to greed
These lives that are torn apart
Will live in vain
Money rules the world
And for it we sold our souls
To a devil called big business
To the world that taught us
To treat women like whores
As we rape the world
We don't know what is in store
Because we all live
Within the four walls
Of insanity
For ever will be known as capitalism
Compensation
For the time I spent with my love
The attraction that pulled me away from god
To hide from the pain that was scarred on my arm
From the dust on my nose
To my blood shot eyes
This wasnt a way someone should try to survive
Not to mention the times my mother cried
This was the reason I wanted to die
To hide from the pain that was scarred on my arms
The fatal attraction that pulled me away from god
Addiction was her name
The one that I loved.
I havent seen the stars in days
I think its time I better pray
The dog is acting kind of weird
Gives me a feeling that isnt clear
The smoke from my cigarette doesnt feel the same
I dont know I think I should pray
the feeling still isnt clear
I dont know but Im in fear
Something isnt the same
I have a have a feeling I should pray
I have a dark feeling inside me
That is bothering me
Because it wont go away
I dont know but I should pray
Lights flicker
in the shop
the kerosene and saw dust smell fills the air
makes my mind slow
to better times
to when I felt alive
the smells sooth me
as I
recall the times
and memories
of forgotten past times
I leave this place
to another
sounds of propane popping
to the smell of yeast
all in preparations
for the
ultimate
feast
those are the memories
that I want to forget
the least
The lest we forget
When the market crashed
the innocent blunders of men
in an attempt to make
profits soar through the roof
into the pockets
of wealthy men
it makes me think
how many blunders
have been forgotten
a midst the rest
Calloused hands
raspy voice
the characteristics
of the man
the father
of my choice
he speaks of the
depression
who would think
class was in session
food trucks and wooden planks
what falls off
leaves him in luck
from pizza dough
to miter joints
ill be
the only one who gets the point
Insanity lives within these four walls
For the many who are obsessed with vanity
They seek shelter in glass houses
Which are shattered by stones called words
We rape the world for green
Our eyes are black like oil
And cause pain
Due to greed
These lives that are torn apart
Will live in vain
Money rules the world
And for it we sold our souls
To a devil called big business
To the world that taught us
To treat women like whores
As we rape the world
We don't know what is in store
Because we all live
Within the four walls
Of insanity
For ever will be known as capitalism
i dont know what to do
i dont know what to say
i dont know where to hide
or where i can stay
i can never stay happy
something will always go wrong
nothing seems to work
i dont know do anymore
happiness is a virtue
something i dont tend to have
something that i thought ive been
but in the end it makes me sad
i thought i could be in control
of my brain and destiny
i dont know where to turn
but the bridges i once had
have been burned
i wish i could be normal
i wish i could be free
i hate having this ball and chain
becouse it just slows down my speed
i always thought id be good
i knew what was bad
i wish i could have a no
Current Residence: new york Favourite genre of music: dont have one Favourite style of art: abstract MP3 player of choice: creative labs vision m Personal Quote: the voices inside my head arent real but they say some very good ideas