Catching at the Truth

I will be a monument

I will be a figurehead

I will be a symbol for

The twisted lies inside my head

I will be an animal

I will be a killing spree

I will be the fountain for

The world’s source of apathy

I will be an innocent

I will be the slaughtered lamb

I will be a call too late

I will be God damned

Bad Posture

I want to buy a house

With a little pink fence

Hummingbirds

I want to be unnoticed

A member of the masses

Runaways

Don’t eat,

Not heavy yet

No more room,

For crushed cigarettes

Nothing ever bothers me

I’m too good for charity

I won’t ever lie to thee

People come with warranties

Bet you haven’t heard this before

All streaked up in waves

And thinly plucked straws

Cuz I’m just a kid with a box of strings

Playing on the carpet

Waitin for my daddy to come home

So he can beat me senseless

Relate to it so I may please you

And you can feed me,

Strangely

Runner

I’m having one of those dreams where I can’t move and the thoughts keep spilling into my head like a kid pouring cheerios into a cereal bowl if I could stop I wouldn’t because the dinosaurs are getting closer and I would much prefer not being eaten today not ever actually and I know that this isn’t real but if all of reality is only a perception of the mind doesn’t that mean that nothing else is real or if it is all real then this dream must be real too so in fact I must decide between living in a world where nothing is real and being eaten.

La di do

I don’t care,

About what you do

You ask me to love,

Someone like you

I Found myself, then lost it again

What should I say? I’m already dead

                          

The elf-man plays,

When no one is home

We walk in a line, but not on the road

I Found myself, and lost it again

What did you say?

“Love you my friend”

Take me back inside,

And lose my mind

Built like a young boy,

The last of his kind

Tempered by a soul,

And tempted by a kiss

Taught to be a man,

With an animal’s lisp

The elf-man plays when no one can hear him suffer

The irate fans live like ants inside their mothers

I Found myself, and then I lost it again

Without you here I find myself living

La di da

I don’t care,

About what you do

You ask me to love,

Someone like you

I Found myself, then lost it again

What should I say? I’m already dead

The elf-man plays,

When no one is home

We walk in a line, but not on the road

I Found myself, and lost it again

What did you say?

“Love you my friend”

Spilt like spoiled milk,

We were dazed and diseased

Flying on high above,

I could see past the trees

What was waiting there?

But serpents of despair

They came out of the air

And brought us to our knees

Good news for you,

As they pass on by,

With a devil’s kiss,

And a baby’s lie,

I will try