- Bust Tropical
I'll cast a thousand votes and write a thousand books and thoughts of mine
Still won't be heard
You can create the priceless art that seldom ever see or hear
And many will never care
Save me
Until the daylight breaks
Back and forth, I don't care what comes tomorrow
- Checkmate
talk about a never-ender
towed along against the weeds and dredging shallows
this could be the worst deal ever
say it like you mean it I will not be defeated
we're on the bus on the street on the beach they're looking back
you're watching over me
with groceries and coffee beans the dishes clean I rinse repeat
until the ghosts swallow the daylight
- Domesticated
standing with bare backs against
structures built strongly of good faith, add lies.
subtract some care.
obligation becomes optional and they collapse.
Its all that we thought and there’s nothing here.
- Dried Piss
Press play and I’m gone
Back to the past back to the kid in photographs
With flannel shirts and unforced smirks
Intrepid dispositions, sometimes you can throw it all away
But a few things tend to stick around
The soundtrack then, it’s in my head
The timing was off then
Now I'm sitting soaked and insecure
- Earthtones
Strained eyes toward infinite night skies, hemlocks, sunsets through white pines, roadmaps and distant state lines. it only took one trip to understand, the dam is cracked with no room to expand and seats are filling up quick inside.
From coast to coast, wrapped up in all these earth tones. wrapped up and warm in earth songs.
Its one small step.
Another step for man and iÂ’m sick of getting stepped on. eyes fixed on the prize, generations side by side.
TheyÂ’re marching through the trees, blinded by reality. status: endangered and the species consists of me.
Am i the only living exception with vision un-obscured and clear? jump up, get down, hypothesize, cut the ties, cross the lines, re-posses everybodyÂ’s life.
Am i the only fucking exception?
And this disease will bring the planet to its knees.
- Fish Eye Lens
ItÂ’s like a tidal wave inside my brain eroding every thought away
Blindfolded, I try spear gun down my own tail of blame
Intelligentsia, mediums, media, cameras with heat-seeking wit
These couches are like butter to their little bullets
So relax before you sit down near the outlet on the wall
This is the one-shot America
Let the signs decide the wrong and right
- Hail Mary Leakey
Work hard, play nice, then send your souls to paradise
That's your choice, one beekeeper, several billion bees
My honey quota will land me a spot inside
But just in case I'll soak my legs in the deepest pollen vats and then
Transform worker to drone
I'll dig the biggest hole
Die all alone and watch my soul
- more to offer
Let ‘em hear you in the back.
The muffled whispers from the back of the hall resonate right through the crowd.
The wall of sound takes aim and quickly shoots it down.
Right to the floor stuck under boot prints a million people strong,
an awkward eye connects that something has gone wrong.
It must have been a mistake, get up, get up, get up, get up.
- My Woods
There's a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves
Rebellion fills the songs he sings and this much I deserve
With every hack at synaptic gaps, there's another to the hairline
His freckled skin hides an angry side and even though he wants me dead
I'd kill myself to keep him alive
Flat out, motionless
A statue growing mold
- On Fire
breathe in. kindle the fire. a new plague now living so deep inside. this pharaoh’s found in the mirrors on our walls. war. the addicts scream war yet fault is solely self-imposed. truth or denial hold the options in our hearts, and we choose truth. combating poisons while the sun still shines upon our lives. breakdown decide. just what would it take to be on the other side? its within our hearts, within our mindsets, within earshot and eyeshot today. within our skin, within our framework, tomorrow’s there but it might be too late. its within our hearts, within our mindsets today. exhale. release the sickness, spitting blood into the eyes of virtue, blinding choking the ones who want no more. the goal is modest the consequences more or less honest when life or death are the only roads ahead. and we choose life. combating poisons while the sun still shines upon our lives. breakdown decide. give me a vision of what’s on the other side. the past, the past’s a minefield filled with regret. quietly we tiptoe watching where, just where we tread. and never mind addictive states, never mind old trends, tough to fight, wrong or right, decisions made are ours tonight. staring through the window, the sunlight reflects eyes, of thousands here before me in different forms of life. just one time for the pleasure, now can we stop the pain when centuries of common knowledge are hard to rearrange? breakdown decide.
- Owner Operator
Exhaustion takes the wheel and separates
Situations into delusions, rip apart the clouds and point fingers in my face
Shouting, "everything will stay the same until you change"
Dosed up and motivationless today
Too tired to run, too sickly to stay
Cornered in a corner, it's a place called everyday
- What We Became
Like an episode of twilight zone there’s a country torn apart by personal preference, genetics, and the fear of progress.
If a man and a man cannot walk hand in hand would it make your little day and would you celebrate narrow minds running this democracy?
The right to live, the right to breath, the right to love who the fuck we want.
Human beings against humans being human, what the fuck?
We sorry sir, this is an exclusive club and it always has been.
The same struggle ringing in our ears as civil’s definition blurs across the page.