You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that’s clear
I will choose freewill
I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid.
I had to take my own advice and I did.
Now I’m waiting for it to sink in.
Expect me standing tall, back against the wall, ‘cause what I learned was:
It’s not about forcing happiness;
It’s about not letting the sadness win.
Your future lies within my eyes
What I predict will terrify
I can’t control what comes to be
From the past to the present to eternity
Start trouble, spread pain
Piss and venom in your veins
Talk nasty, breathe fire
Smell rotten, you’re a liar
Sweat liquor, breathe snot
Eat garbage, spit blood
Diseased, health hazard
Scum bag, fucking bastard
Greasy face, teeth decay
Hair matted, drunk all day
Abscessed, sunken veins
Rot gut, scrambled brain
Steal money, crash cars
Rob jewelry, hock guitars
Rot in hell, it’s time you know
To your master, off you go
She spread herself wide open to let the insects in.
She leaves a trail of honey to show me where she’s been.
She has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin.
Seeds from a thousand others drip down from within.
Within striking distance from Ground Zero sits a smoldering international cauldron, the United “Abominations” as it were. Born to prevent wars, it froze in the face of disaster and stood silent while terrorization to hostage of the world
In a mire of hypocrisy, the U.N. ignores sex crimes by its “blue helmets”, and enables terrorism; so in the end it’s failed and the U.N. is where our
so-called friends get to stab us in the back and we pay 22% of their tab to host our
enemies here at home.
Ambassadors from countries enjoy otherwise known as a catastrophe, enjoy Diplomatic immunity living in Manhattan, while their children are turned into prostitutes It’s a complete and utter disgrace, a blot on the face of humanity, and they get away with it.
