Don’t you want this placebo?
Don’t you want it ripping through you head?
Locked up, tied up in a padded cell
Drooling, grinning within a padded room
Living free within my head
Still within this padded room
So good to see you my friend
I hope you feel better
So many pills at hand
Electrode thoughts are better
I hope you feel better
Tell me now isn’t that better
Why don’t we crank up the voltage?
How is that my friend?
Blind, dumb, and deaf is better
This will make you well
This will make you feel better
This will help you fit in
This will make you much better
This will make you well
This will make you better
This will make you well
This will make you much better
This will make you well
This will make you much better
This will help you fit in
Locked up, tied up in a padded cell
Drooling, grinning within a padded room
Living free within my head
Still within this padded room
RHYME TIME (Pt. 2)
We three kings bear gifts from our souls
Traveled so far, we’ve gathered no mold
Still repeating, slow receding
Follow the starlight home
Oh, star of virtue, star so bright
Guide us through this dismal night
We three hail from Israel
The child of God is born tonight
DEPRESSION IN D MAJOR
I scream, “Suffering!”
Isolated hate, and misery
You drag me down
I wade in waste
I laugh, I grin
I bear it
I see adultery
Machinators plot conspiracy
I recall how once
You’d bent over backward for me
Why no more?
A black cloud looms over me
Like the ailments of old
I comply, I contort
To raging madness
Mountain-sized
Infinitesimal
My anger rings your door-bell
And throttles you
Black cats claw my innards
I contort, I comply
To dark desires
Conflagrate
Ensconced in cinder
Mortal effigy
Depressed
Brooding
Hermit of the decade
Brooding
Depressed
I stroke my veins and ponder
Humbled, skulking
My dove cares not about me
If only I the strength
If only I the will
If only I not a coward
III
POETIC JUSTICE
INTRO
This is Johnny and Suzie
Johnny and Suzie are two good little Americans
They brush their teeth
Comb their hair
Do all their chores
And say their prayers
(Rumble-rumble)
What’s that?
Oh, no!
The sky is falling
What to do?
Luckily, little Johnny and Suzie learned what to do in school
Just bend over, stick your head between your legs, and kiss your ass good-bye
That’s right, bend over, stick your head between your legs, and kiss your ass good-bye
This has been a public service announcement brought to you by the Great Satan
UNE FORCE D’JOUR
I need me some triple-A batteries
45’s, a sixteen inch magazine
Pride of the brave new world and I got a gun
No, not my rifle, the other one
I’ve blacked out seas for industries diseased kings
And plowed through fields of slaves with this crooked halo on my head
And still I feel the need to just keep wreaking havoc on this earth
Oh, it’s just too much fun
These times can break you down
Oh, so insipid
Cattle thrive on flesh of young and still want more
No chance in Hell for hope or final deliverance
So, take a post and guard with every last breath
This hydra’s coiled around our heats resistance
These stone-faced sentinels will bring the hammer of justice down on our heads
Amen!
Come ‘round the corner, there you are
It’s not like on TV
It’s not our fault
You’re to blame
And that’s just how we see
Got my stars n’ stripes, I hoist the colors proud and tall
Born free pirates of the world
We’ve come to tame you all
Silence is implied acceptance, no one has to talk
About the state of things, and how we’ve all been just so wrong
So grab an axe and stake the streets, this time we’ve gone too far
To go back again, remove the sin that’s plagued us from the dawn
Disembowel with pointy words, our pundits crucified
With no distaste, we breed our wastes
And that’s just how we’ll die
Yeah, that’s how we’ll die!
I need me some Vicodin and Thorazine
To forget the past and jade all these things I have done
‘Cause I don’t believe in anyone or anything
Except this code of honor to which I am sworn
So bring to me your tired, your weak, your sick, and your dead
And I shall bury their memories as we break this moldy bread
Our heats are fragile, wounded, mortality’s end
How can we bathe in the same blood and still not be friends?
I store Long-Johns to prepare for atomic winter
I keep an abacus of souls but scratch marks are simpler
To keep score of the hordes that have lived and died by the edge of the sword
I store fruit but no matter it always grows bitter
Black rust on our hearts as we toil and fritter
Killing time, festering minds
We’ve wasted lives now we can’t rewind
Hot damn!
Come ‘round the corner, here we are
Just like on your TV
Your coat d’arms you must disarm if you wish to be
Got your pins and crowns and shiny trinkets made of gold
Your credit cards are money pits, what we crave now is your oil
So take a bow and don’t be shy, we’ll walk you down the aisle
To your mistress of distress, egregiously we smile
Come ‘round the corner, there you are
It’s not like on TV
It’s not our fault
You’re to blame
And that’s just how we see
Got my stars n’ stripes I hoist the colors proud and tall
Born free pirates of the world
We’ve come to tame you all
Silence is implied acceptance, no one has to talk
About the state of things, and how we’ve all been just so wrong
So grab an axe and stake the streets, this time we’ve gone too far
To go back again, remove the sin that’s plagued us from the dawn
Disembowel with pointy words, our pundits crucified
With no distaste, we breed our wastes
And that’s just how we’ll die
Yeah, that’s how we’ll die!
Freedom isn’t free, in fact it, costs a dollar-six (after taxes)
Devils dancing in delight
To our never ending plight
And that’s how we’ll die!
MAN EAT MAN
Cut-throat economics
Ladder-climbing
Hooked on phonics
Centrifuging
Soul polluting
Foot in door
Mass producing
Hallucinogenics
And white-noise
Corporate fronts
And bail-out loans
Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac
Endangered species
Socialists
Billy Joel brought the fire
But Prometheus stole the pyre
But, if God ate God
He still wouldn’t give a damn
‘Cause it’s dog eat dog
Man eat man
Out-sourced
Downsizing
Backstabbing
Debt rising
Verdict’s in
De-appreciating
Antiquated
Third-world nations
Rubbish heaps
So-called recycling
Pseudo self-help reliance
Institutionalized
Crazy-ass
Eminent domain
Third strike on
Office of code compliance
Elton John’s the rocket man
But, Friedrich Nietzsche had a plan
‘Cause it’s truth for truth
And, damned be damned
Dog eat dog
Man eat man
Auto-erotic
Asphyxiation
Miasmic
Declarations
I said it once
We breed our wastes
Mantle it
And bow for praise
Sit and stir for change
Cash our checks
From federal claims
Take from taxes others pay
We claw for work
We’ve yet to claim
How did we get so tame?
No wonder the rich stay so fat
While we’re all lain to slain
But, if God ate God
He still wouldn’t give a damn
‘Cause it’s dog eat dog
Man eat man
‘Cause it’s truth for truth
And damned be damned
God eat God
Man eat Man
EVERYONE ALREADY KNOWS
I knew the pope died when black smoke rose from the chimney
We all knew another sinner’d soon take his place -- what a waste
I know evolution done sprung from religion
But in the courts they’d each have their own space
And soon another liar stood proud ‘fore a camera
Telling us all that he pleaded for peace -- oh, please
And yet my heart filled with such a trepidation
When I first realized I’d once seen his face
And he wafted his proclamation
Over lands that he did not wield
And I fell into attrition
Hell, I can’t complain
‘Cause, look, I am still here
He’s giving his lip-service to the choir
He’s placing all his eggs in one bassinet
He’s on a strategic campaign for the modern
His you-tube doctrine, you just cannot miss
But everyone already knows
I know you’ve got claims staked to your titles
I know you’ve got all your ducks lined up in a row -- uh-oh
We all know it takes one drunken domino
To make a wicked tornado blow
And soon another peace-maker triumphs
And a little bit less you hate the rest -- confess
And soon my heart froze up in intimidation
As the so-called prophet proudly professed
His new doctrine to all nations
Soon sanctioned, and yet, full of regrets -- who’d guess?
A little food for thought for progress
Untangles a whole heap of surreptitious distress
He’s got his dirty finger whisking in your pie-mix
He’s got all his shit stored up and squared away -- hurray!
He’s got a second cellphone, but who doesn’t?
He wastes our time on cheap parlor charades
He’s conspiring all for hire
He’s got a smooth, suave, and sultry name
He speaks the false texts, and he knows it
Yet, his balloons we salute in parades
Hey, fuck it, man
Everyone already knows
When sun-spots and sighs don’t help empathize
And anger and tears only brood further fears
And you break down and cry
And despise all you hide
And the hate that unfurls
Only spurs further quarrels
With our brothers amongst us
Is this how we treat us?
Just break down and beat us
‘Till the point we can’t take
And spew forth our rage
And demoralize
Enough!
Let’s unit
Go on, climb that hillside
And sing it on high…
Preach it to the choir, brother
Just don’t preach it to me
‘Cause, fuck it, man, everyone already knows
Hey, fuck it, man, everyone already knows
‘Cause, fuck it, man, everyone already knows
Hey, fuck it, man, everyone already knows
Fuck it, man, everyone already knows
NOT-SEE
I see fools in the glass, I see prisms
Seen the diademic rays of revision
I see darts with no parts carving schisms
I’ve seen reason but no rhyme
I feel rhythm
I see fields of blue
Skies of green
Jealous embers
I sense pain
I see rats, I see cats, I see dolphins
I’ve seen fruit-salad-spies, and yes, almonds
I see man, I see myth, evil-ution
Seen the catastrophic strains of seclusion
Skies of grey
Concrete mountains
I sense hate
I see prayers that have dyed stained-glass windows
Seen the truth that resides in dark wisdom
I see frowns, I see clowns, I see pinions
Seen the hand that holds back divination
I see trees that bloom
Rust colored hues
Plastic clouds
I sense doom
I’ve seen swine once divine but now kneeling
I’ve heard kings hold deaf ears to the needing
Watched the fight for the right to be somber
I see steers, I see queers, and yes, almonds
I see time, I see space not existing
Seen the hole re-implode throughout history
Watched the flag be unfurled for the dying
Tip the bowl, just let go
Come eat almonds
RISE UP
You got you’re A-grade regulations and restrictions
Greasing the palms on the backsides of pigs
You say it’s all just one big complication
I’ll ask you once more to think it over again
Ooh
But, what they gonna do when we all stand up together?
Ooh
What they gonna do when we all refuse to vote?
Ooh
What they gonna do when we hand ‘em all their pink-slips?
Ooh
What they gonna do when we take back control?
Don’t watch the TV ‘cause they perpetuate mass hysteria
Don’t read the paper it’s a dead medium
Just walk the streets and you can talk to all the people
About how the government makes us all out as criminals
Ooh
But, what they gonna do whe
n we all come together?
Ooh
What they gonna do when things can’t get more rough?
Ooh
What they gonna do when we throw down all our time-cards?
Ooh
What they gonna do when we’ve all had enough?
Rise up
What they gonna do, gonna do, gonna do?
Rise up
What can they say, can they say, can they say?
Rise up
It’s only a matter of time
Rise up
Before it’s all too late
Rise up, rise up, rise up
Before they lay us to waste
In harsh times of economic deprivation
The rich suggest that the poor eat their young
Who’s to blame for all this judgmental finger pointing?
Well, ask me again and I’ll tell you once more
Ooh
Who’d elect another fat cat to congress?
Ooh
Who’d support a one-world order?
Ooh
Who’d prefer us nothing more than puppets?
Ooh
Who’d sire their heirs to be actors/divas?
Rise up
What they gonna do, gonna do, gonna do?
Rise up
What can they say, can they say, can they say?
Rise up
It’s only a matter of time
Rise up
Before it’s all too late
Rise up, rise up, rise up
Before they lay us to waste
If you follow your heat
You’ll at least have a head start
On all these rich idiots
And diademic morons
And as you’ve wasted away with the ghosts of the day
At least you can say, “That I got no regret, I got no remorse,
And I gave all I could to the glorious source,
And so I abide to the vibe and the rhyme that connects all of us
From birth back to dust
Live your life your own way
And don’t care what they say
And if damned still I am
To the true God I’ll pay!”
So just laugh and be merry
You don’t have that long anyway
Enough with these guidelines
I alone know what my life stakes
I’m not saying that we need total anarchy
I’m not saying we wage war on the west
I’m not calling for total devastation
I’m just asking to step back, take a breath…and think it over again
SUCH IS THE WAY OF WAR
1 - 2 - 3 - Fi-fo-fum here I come ‘round the corner with a loaded shot gun
Got the disease, I feed, I wage war, devour
Plant my flag, in sheep I deal, seizing power