Sequins: Contrived (the person that i am) Just tell me that you're busy, so I can leave you alone Do I have to be ugly to be beautiful? Figured you'd do better than me, soon enough The words can only be so fulfilling, I'm hollow The person that I am So fucking empty Sisyphean somber fills him, his creaking body He'd rather drown in the sound, than find a way out Out into the open, the Now A broken person must seem so much better in your head Why are you acting like you're anything more than dead? Ashamed of, ashamed of... I remember - The person that I am So fucking empty Sisyphean somber fills him, his creaking body He'd rather fucking drown in the sound, than find a way out Out into the open, the Now Everything Hurts Smear your father's ashes 'cross the front of your skull And whip around the child's pet's broken bones It's only a matter of time before the revolver blows Schizoveteranistic post-mortem hallucinations Profitizing adolescent sexual fascinations We know what you want before you even know you want it (sarcastically) "Everything hurts so badly Everything hurts so much Everything hurts everywhere" All of the time so stay in first Falling men and vultures eating children on the TV Chinese metal footprints covered in democratic meat I'll never know what it's like to lose being free Arridy's mind stuck inside itself when it was poisoned Nature nurtures man who is born just to de-destroy it If only you really cared about anything... (sarcastically) "Everything hurts so badly Everything hurts so much Everything hurts everywhere" You'll never fall asleep if your head is lifeless paste I looked at you I am the crow I peck at your skin 'Cause that's all that's left They wrap their bones around me And I wear them proudly Like bloodied medals for wounding knees This is not our land, and I'm not gonna let you in. Emus I guess it only makes sense Empathy ain't natural It's learned behavior You're just doing what you're told Mother nature, kindly stranger Exterminated in the Cold winter wind, you were just a kid New memories To watch fade Greetings We're emus, on a plain Eating and breathing all day We're emus, on a plane Raping and stealing all day We're emus, on a plain/plane On a plain/plane Sorrowing Young Man (At Eternity's Gate) A creature steals sand from my hourglass And blows it all away, lost to the parched wind With his delayed movements, his actions are hesitant "Stutter," you say, stutter's all you do now Skin scraping nails haul the weights which he sways Small blistered blip crashed into by the waves Waves of desolation, mutilation, and hate Sorrowing, still, at eternity's gate Alone, on my own, I broke down I crave to get out of my head A touch, to touch, to connect But what has he become? A creature, deserving of death Yeah, the weakest mind is still stuck inside an open cage Speared seersucker suits, drenched with sweat Bullshit smeared across the wall, and no dismay Dismay from disgust, offense, or even hate Still, I'm sorrowing at eternity's gate Nothing To Say My face is an empty canvas I'd like to tear it open I'm so fucking tired and I don't wanna sleep Coming to nothing, not anymore I'm ashamed in my dreams and on the floor Can you tell I have nothing to say? Can you tell there's nothing in me? I wanna be angry but I have no reason A stare from a thousand people Wouldn't change a thing I know I'm another moron with nothing but the scene And what scene might that be? One creep alone in his room? As long as that's good for me It's good enough for you Can you tell I have nothing to say? Can you tell I have nothing in me? I wanna be angry but I have no reason Do I need a reason? Do I need to have a reason? Is it just another phase, another insecurity? Do I need this pain? Do I need to be in pain? Are you finally happy when you have it? Can you tell I have nothing to say? Can you tell there's nothing in me? I wanna be angry but I have no reason Can you tell I have nothing to say? Can you tell there's nothing in me? I wanna be angry and I have no reason (Can you tell?) Can you tell I have nothing to say? Bones Got this sickness, it's in my bones I'm sick to the bone Where the roots can no longer grow - And the blossoming leaves die in a week I got this sickness, it's in my bones Until it leaves for a week This Way I've hit a dry spell An emotional drought Devoid of the tears Every year Empty oceans keep building Yet they never burst When's the right time To question if it works? I'm sorry you're feeling this way It's hard to feel anything Anything at all Soon I will be lifted Into ecstasy But for now I'll keep my doubts Maybe it's not what it seems Maybe this is the best it can be I'm sorry you're feeling this way Ogre His fingers tremble like wallow trees His legs sprout out and lengthen 'till they're longer than me The ogre's eyes hang wide open Doors without their hinges and Picasso's son's paintings Warts on his back explode, leaving holes in his soul A jarring revelation leaves us all very cold Watching the Spanish class in the backyard Getting swept up and washed over Speaking spiders crawl up his arms And finally the fog of a girl's musk is gone Our solitude has never been better Stuck in a blanket or a sweater The ogre is dead Sometimes I can see her awake Walking around the kitchen, looking for bunny rabbits 'Cause the sweet ones make her vomit blood And she doesn't really like that So we'll check the cupboards in the Vineyard Because sometimes they hide them far away Away from me The Bard Stare down my shadow Right in its eyes If I let the best of me explode Onto canvas Wouldn't that be nice? Sickeningly disgusted That's how it feels to be right You're eyeing me like an animal You're eyeing me like an animal