I've got a few bad habits yeah I know I'll never have it all Sprawled out on the floor like a doormat in my squalor's thrall Can't escape this liminal space, can only seem to crawl Head is spinning around in that melancholy hormone stall Wanna be a tragic beauty, princess in a black dress Instead I'm lying around feeling like an abcess Where is my life gone, I have made no progress Nothing left to do, nothing left to do but regress What do you expect from me? What is left of me? What am I supposed to be? Seeking the Silence to process this fog of regret Looking back and forward, but numb to the present Resentful of the fleeting joy that makes life worth it Crippling fear of failure, of being less than perfect Now I can wear my heart on the surface But my card gets declined when I make a purchase I did everything and nothing to deserve this I thought I'd accomplish more before my back started hurting What do you expect of me, what is left of me? What am I supposed to be? I dream every night that everyone I love will leave me Inside I'm cold as ice, when I'm kind I'm deceiving I don't know what secrets to believe One day at a time picking up the pieces My heart is a machine mean and masochistic Stressed and in a mess and my priorities twisted Gotta find some inner-peace, everything will pass but never me What do you expect of me? What is left of me? What am I supposed to be? Despite how all things fade to ash, today's no different from the last. We decay as seasons change, still the lingering dream remains.

the void inside me echoes with resounding revelry a celebration with a cynical yet optimistic symphony Are God and the devil beyond a great divide Or are they living inside of you and I? what's behind your eyes what goes on inside your mind? Our actions and deeds are build on something less concrete The conflict unseen, what we dream defines the foundation of our humanity Anxiety rewinds the spirit to a memory so distant Overwhelmed inside oneself, are we so helpless to resist it Are God and the Devil beyond a great divide Or are they living inside of you and I? what's behind your eyes what goes on inside your mind? Lust, such an overpowering sin Virtue buried deep within Soul forgotten in fermentia dark inferno pulls you in ancient dread dance with the dead In this life where love betrays, disintegrate into disdain Restrictive friction of the spirit, lest it be forgetful, drowns you in the pain Life is dire, don't you feel inspired to find the shimmer in the tired sky A place to escape keeps you safe, who are you and can you find out why? Are God and the Devil beyond a great divide Or are they living inside of you and I? what's behind your eyes what goes on inside your mind? are we enough? we're made with love ancient dread dance with the dead

"The most violent element in our society, is ignorance" - Emma Goldman Veils of virtue and glory mystify blind the simple minded to conquering imperialistic history, genocide, slavery, the ghosts of the past still taunting Vilification, criminalization since the Nixon administration Law enforcement instead of treatment, incarceration of the nation Push the poor into hopeless hoods, remove hope, spill dope, keep them there for good For-profit prisons offer free labor, legal slavery puts bread on a politician's table When peaceful calls for change are put down, It's time to burn it all to the ground. Bricks and bottles of fire bricks and bottles of fire, fix these liars Bricks and bottles of fire bricks and bottles of fire, fix these liars We talk a lot about revolution but what are we doing? Most of the nation fails to see the thinly veiled supremacy Status quo complacency, American Gethsemane Division is the enemy of a world of diversity, the control machine creates conformity. Humility is the stepping stone to unity. Liberals and moderates are cowards in power collecting profits Republicans tryna get rid of us, , biblical idiots sending our taxes overseas in rockets When they give billions to corporations it's seen as a bailout, but a universal basic income, no that's a handout. If we could meet everyone's basic needs, our incomes would stimulate the economy Destroy Wall-Street, dismantle the Oligarchy. But those brainwashed by the greedy won't agree. Bricks and bottles of fire, bricks and bottles of fire, fix these liars Bricks and bottles of fire, bricks and bottles of fire! Con-man corona-contrarian tyrannical toddler Machiavellian manipulator, master exaggerator inciting the flames hatred, allegations of rape, empassioning racists , gassing the kids in the cages. Satisfying the bias of the selfish by selling that things couldn't be better, Selling himself as a picture of power and wealth on television presenting his pompousness, professing nothing regally Blaming our economic problems, on non-issues by calling human beings illegal we are not a nation but a business that values money over people I don't give a fuck what you say, the system is evil They call it anti-woke but what they means is anti-black anti-gay, anti-trans, load up and attack Fascism hides under a different name Capitalism is the name of the game Redirect anger, the rich are to blame No matter who's president it's always the same. What can we do when justice isn't for all, Do we build our communities or build up a wall? Act locally, take care of those you love, and who love you If we're all together than there's nothing they can do.

I work hard for what I got, I give my all and that's a lot For 40 hours or more a week, oh Lord I feel so cheap I got no money in my bank account. Everybody deserves food to eat, water to drink and a place to sleep No hoops to jump through or quotas to upkeep I got no money in my bank account. You say get a job, well they won't hire me They're always looking for reasons to fire me Nothing to stop them from discriminating on me based on my identity I got no money in my bank account The cop pulled me over and gave me a ticket I wanted to show that road pirate where to stick it My car is falling apart and I can't afford to fix it I got no money in my bank account. For your paycheck you give your time and a little bit of your knees and spine No matter now much you're suffering you gotta pretend you're fine I got no money in my bank account Representatives are writing bills Pouring our tax-dollars into a class war with no chill These out of touch fools will get us all killed I got no money in my bank account The 1% treat the poor like they don't matter while they grift our surplus labor value on a silver platter If we all join the battle we can kick the legs out of the corporate ladder We got no money in our bank accounts. You got no choice, but freedom to choose, You either participate or lose. But it doesn't have to be this way, be gay and do crime is what I say I don't need money in my bank account.

I am in love love love with my Ghostie boo She's a queen so supreme and my kitty cat too She makes me happy she makes me whole she makes me feel warm in my blackened soul I'm her favorite girl and she's mine too I'm in love love love with my Ghostie boo I share her clothes we share a kiss She is the answer to my every wish We dance in the kitchen sing songs in the car She makes me feel like I can reach the stars I'm the woman for you, you're the woman for me You take a catnap in my dark heart cause you have the key I'm her favorite girl and she's mine too I'm in love love love with my Ghostie boo I share her clothes we share a kiss She is the answer to my every wish We share the same sadness You never get upset with me I always felt alone But you get me You make me feel happy You make me feel free What is this weird feeling coming over me I'm her favorite girl and she's mine too I'm in love love love with my Ghostie boo I share her clothes we share a kiss She is the answer to my every wish

I feel the urge, compulsive purge A surge of terror-lightning in my blood The thunder cracks, I chop and hack a few lowly souls in my neighborhood. Like a shadow in the quiet hours, with the grace of a midnight flower Secretly relieving humanity of its ungrieveable slack. They're the predators and I am the prowler Prancing through the realm of owls and bats The feminine urge to swing the axe. The Laws of the land are conveniently lenient To those who see purity as weakness And grind the evil in their spirits to brass tacks. For every sorrow-harvest harrowed, another head leaves in a wheelbarrow The feminine urge to swing the axe. Sallow and gaunt, a haunting presence hides behind a façade Of decency, completely hallowed by the grace of God A hollow heart, a husk beneath the tallow of carnal sin a head ripe to spill its blood beneath dusk's moonlit grin The feminine urge to swing the axe, no he ain't coming back The feminine urge to swing the axe.

I beat myself to death and it feels so right Hate goes insane in my brain for myself and I Forgotten and detested in their eyes Psycho-sadistic masochists in disguise Killing time, killing myself slowly Wishing I was a corpse only Decaying I rot my skin falls off I'm decomposing like leprosy, let me be! Letting my skeleton rot in the closet Stagnant in agony licking my wounds Violent and toxic descent to despondency I was a ghostly goon I want to wound myself so deeply Watch the blood from my flesh seeping Down me like a waterfall of glimmering molten death Feel the sexual magic of carnage consuming Disdain for all who once knew me Now victims of the demoness I'm destined to be Let the corpses burn to ash, and the fire light my path Letting my skeleton rot in the closet Stagnant in agony licking my wounds Violent and toxic descent to despondency I was a ghostly goon Darkness is beauty that shines through light The mystery that's yours to master in life Balance is blissful in absence of fear An open mind and kind heart is to see clear