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Eight-Ball/Outlook

I’ve eaten bricks for breakfast

And my tongue is set on fire

All my nerves have lost their nerve

And my brain’s a walking satire

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As the people are counted off

Like the fingers I have trembling

Attend the wake of my mild mistakes

And rude intermittent whispering

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So I wait, and I breathe, and I sit steady

As I wait for the signal to turn ready

So I wait, and I write, and I try to find

When my heart’s made up its mind.

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New-Wave Destroyers

Don’t believe what they say
We’re dead flies in the summertime
They leave us all behind
With duct tape scars on my honey
They don’t like who you are
You won’t like where we’ll go
Brother protect me now
With blood they wash in the money…

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Strangle us with incentives of emotion

Thirst for rage and summer vacations

Of war and fear and stolen battlefields

Grenades of colour against boundaries

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Counting all the sand on the ocean bed

Swings back and forth in bloodshot red

And artless arteries, glass shards on lips

Dangling in graves, on blasé techniques

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Teenager heart attacks and money kiss

Smoke alarms dancing and burnt police

Screaming of trigger and severed hands

Dying sun begs us please to understand

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A new trend of guns on cathedral steps

Torn to rubbles, a painted agonist mess

It’s no communication, just ammunition

Anarchy believers swallowed confusion

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We taste metal like eating nine inch nails

As the remedy is waning away our scales

We love the feeling that you get as you die

So let’s just have some fucking fun tonight!

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You don’t believe in God
I don’t believe in luck
They don’t believe in us
But I believe we’re the enemy!
Destroya! Destroya! Destroya!
Destroya! Destroya! Destroya!
Against the sun we’re the enemy!

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Sh*t Happens

Clocks on the wall, talk to watches on the wrist
It’s the moments we relive, it’s the moments like this
When it’s time to get ill, we be so ahead of time
It’s the moments we achieve, best believe it’s the moments

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Choking on shoelaces, eating your own name

Slathered amounts of a faked reversible fame

Eyelids heavy with mascara and lack of sleep

The unruly dreams that weren’t yours to keep

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Unkempt hair and façade of flowery smiles

Profound Neverland poets in mapped-out styles

Mystical themes and a darker spark to excel

And the gibberish words you throw down the well

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The cruel irony of it all, of the empty room mess

Until we’re all borrowed and we’re all obsessed

Imageries of sedation to escape every inclination

Treading on hallowed ground and imagined freedom

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Ethereal tongues cut off the heavenly songs they sung

Adventures and threat, palms chafing on ladder rungs

The lethal dagger of time nears sinews of thin throats

Inconvenient demise popping eccentric egos so bloat

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The world is a weight, sinking with excessive wait

Recesses of marianas abyss, the hope coming late

Dusty pills, rusty medicines, oiled bones set to grind

Melding thought balloons, chronic timelines of a mind

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Assuming you’re just a coward, refusing to see this reality’s exuberance

Reasoning your existence is but a tangled storm, relying on your defiance

But don’t wait for the starving zeppelin future to just eat away your name

This is life and shit happens, so wreck your own misery and don’t pass the blame.

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Fifty Ways to Die; A Million Ways To Live

I’ll meet you down at the metro station
‘Cause this motherfucker’s got my motivation
Now I’m gonna show you how much I love you
Oh, my magazine is full of ugly things
Don’t need this system, we can kill them if we try
Shoot up everything we see and we’ll find it
On the wall, I hope you die…

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Come on, come on, and take a round at the gun

You can lie to me baby, and say you’re having fun

Come on, come now, steal the burnt Florida lights

If the gas mask doesn’t kill you, then we can start a fight

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Heartbreaks and drama blaring on the television again

Spread on the media hysteria like chunky blended sin

Synthetic reality production, I’ve never felt more human

The strip clubs, the genocide, a hundred percent and one

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Juvenile halls festering in the garbage disposal fee

Won’t you pay for my bail, dad? I’d screw you for free

Gagged bullets, and you only got one shot to speak

And the secret is in the bullhorn, that’s the magic trick

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Progress and fame, I’ve got the lubricants to a landslide win

That perky girl in the centrefold’s a jerk, if you know what I mean

Faith is unavailable in your local hospital vacancy traffic

Billie killed the fucking DJ in the party, so we’ll learn to dance without music

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Turn the dial on the violence, the TV guide’s uncensored

They show carnal sex onscreen but everyone’s still bored

We’re big boys with small toys in a chest box world here

Exterminate this systematic failure, let the price we pay as fear

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So come on, come on, show your hand up and play emotions

I’ll encourage your pain and your complete cooperation

So come on, come now, break down the Berlin barrier wall

Detonate like terrorist bombs only if you’ve got the balls

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Laser beams crisscross a Fortune 500 bastard’s safe locks

Get your latest sycophantic update from Mr. Richbucks

This is the government getaway, and it’s starting to get hot

But don’t take off your clothes yet, you gotta show them what you got

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Contrite as angel’s ass, a bitch holiest burning in hell

If you need your fix, I’ve got the injection tying off and the spell

Thick as political skulls and thick as blood on the water

Machine guns at the ready, three two one, here comes the slaughter

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Automatic weapons cocked, antimatter and cigarette packs

Motorcycles and crash test dummies ready for the hack

Mall security ain’t got nothing on the stashed away dope

And we’ve got guts—literally, and the blessing of the pope

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Recite every reason why you simply don’t give a single damn

Radiation won’t kill us idiots, but loss of common sense can

Left wing, right tail, let the tears dry up the skyscraper and the sun

We’ll murder the sky for ourselves, don’t think, just jump and run!

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So come on, come on, stick your middle fingers high and proud and tall

That is your personal public apology for making anarchy ideology fall

So come on, come now, where the hell’s your brain in all this bullshit?

Information overload imminent, and we’ll explode as we all sing fuck it!

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Manipulation just to form an alibi
You’re the prototype for me
And if heaven wants us they can…
I hate you, kill everybody!

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Hearts on a Pendulum

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DON’T RUIN A PERFECT THING

American nightmares

Counted on the blue moon

I’d leap across Atlantic

But darling, that’s too soon.

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JUMP IN THE FIRE (IF IT BURNS YOU)

Spitting flames in the dark

They thought it would play

Yet those puissant sparks

Kissed back the waterway.

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TRUE LOVE COMES FROM MORE THAN JUST THE HEART

A tactile tongue on necklaces

Illumined on equivocal jewels

Red rose by your grave traces

I shall return the favour in hell.

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A KISS LIKE A FIRE ON PAVEMENT

Loathing has that succinct taste

Of compound ammonia valerate

You seem to love this acidic lick

Burning holes in your bloody lips.

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A HAMMER THROUGH MY TEETH

I’m onerous, am I not?

A talented conniving old miser

I’m adroit, am I not?

A charming multifaceted lover.

~*~

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Street Rage Youth and Genocide Games

If you wanted to set me free
Why the fuck wouldn’t
You say something?
See, I was just over seventeen
May the poison set me free…

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They denied us of sane

I reached for a gold gun

As the aisled preachers

Tried to stop me and ran

This is street rage rising

Against the tidal rivalries

And the jilted best friends

Stalk past crosses calvary

Cherry bombs, acne skins

Vans with USA flag prints

Anarchists for conformity

Stupid stunts within stints

Psychopaths cried to bed

Loners waiting to be wed

Doctors sick in their head

Politicians with tapes red

Modern anxiety attacking

Oedipal boy, daddy issues

Basketball rounds, on ice

Plastic surgery in fissures

And on the autumn quarter

Kids learn to taste their kill

Selling mother and fathers

For pleasure, lies, and swill

Drugs on NC-17 nightclubs

Hookers choked on fishnet

Stockings, five AM Jack D’s

On the backdoor of the bet

Watching black/white films

Drive-in theatres for a thrill

Choke on popcorn and lies

Both buttery, slippery skills

Screwing in elevator shafts

Driving to underage parties

Crashing, fatalities smiling

A nowhere road trip leased

It sucked the peppermints

Right out of their ideology

As shirts ballooned away

And lost their own gravity

Mutilated wrists, it is the

Latest fashion statement

Eyeliners and fermenting

Of vomit on the pavement

Paint Mona Lisa in frowns

Losing control and sanity

Lives on the murder scene

Polaroid deaths they tally

Burn down houses for fun

Destroy the place they call

Home, kiss the pendulum

Razor, and it began to fall

Communists and yankees

Alike, line up for the show

Of a cannibalistic society

And idled massacre glow

I’m the leader of parading

Onto the suicidal carnival

Lines of Peter Piper past

And lead souls genocidal

To their ultimate demises

Of convulsions and blood

May cyaniding be painless

Of earthquakes and flood

But I won’t regret burying

The casualties with graves

Nameless stones careless

Of the foolish youth’s rage

On propane hearts I stand

Swim on oceans of spikes

And the blood on my hands…

Shit, I hate what it tastes like.

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Oh no, please don’t abandon me
Mother, father, I love you so
But this is just me disguised as me
I’m the killer who burned your home
This home! What the fuck is a home?
This is the street youth rising up!

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The Rally of the Privileged Cynics

The semantics, the politics

The frustration of first class society

The arithmetic, quite septic

The planet to self-destroy humanity

What a bother, the chatter

We’re all fucked, it’s all in your head

Why does it even matter?

Let’s just burn down the world instead.

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Paragon of Humanity

The searing heated cavalry

Simply feels like a paradise to me

And the glorious neurosis

Is a quaint dream of fine vagaries

Suffering ever truculently

Tickles my funny bones to hilarity

Blood of degraded society

Is but a fickled merry game to me

Funerals are a funtime past

An opportunity to rejoice and laugh

Contagious diseases, it must

Be passed on hospitals with scoffs

Mundane traits of ideologies

Are superannuated and wearisome

Axioms but status quo antes

I’ll indoctrinate my manifesto none

I shall rehabilitate this planet

With my ingenuity and a straitjacket

Unstraighten the spinal cords

With sharp wit and charming words

Yes, all my outré predilections

Might be cause for desultory scorn

But the deleterious injections

It renders me numb to any emotion

The world is a damaged beast

And I’m the perfect nouvelle paragon

On this menagerie of heretics

I’m the sanest man you’ll have known.

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Prima Donna

Oh, smile for me, won’t you?

The crowds are deliberating

Of playact’s bona fide truth

Stagehands contemplating

The understudy walked out

From such realistic tragedy

There’s no one replacing all

From this ludicrous comedy

The curtain falls a long way

But the night is far from over

Read your lines, memorising

You’ll have time to be sober

An applause frozen in midair

As your mask slipped a while

Ah, they’re still watching, love

So why don’t you just smile?

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Industrial Children

Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe
Raised in the city in a halo of lights
Product of war and fear that we’ve been victimised…

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Industrial child born on milk and silk and honey

Adding further to the growing population tally

Upended on West Street, tales you’ve been told

Dad’s headlines are bold, but your oatmeal is cold

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High on lucky charms, bye mummy and daddy

The grass is green and atmosphere baked sunny

Ice cream skies topped with sweet cherry bombs

Love felt on bulletdrops falling on your thumbs

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After your late night shows and silver film reels

After your curious questions and political spiels

They tuck you in the bed with an open nightlight

Pray caution to monsters on your telly to fight

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Lullaby and goodnight, to the grey stars of smog

Sing along to my song and repeat the bass drop

Doodle stars and stripes, draw your glory wings

Write a poem of death and all the bad bad things

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Buy your perfect array of round candy stripes

Red on white pattern lush, like rotting parasites

Build your playhouse set of meanest machines

As you quench your thirst on cans of gasoline

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Playground games held on nuclear powerhouses

Nuclear family and suburban rats and mouses

Paper planes shot down by the airforce strike

On the mountain of rubble you can take a hike

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Taxes pay the price of freedom and sovereignty

Your balloons inflate and pop like the economy

Selling lemonade on a very busy cardboard street

As your competitors oblige your hapless defeat

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Play with your iPhones, take a funny old selfie

Candies you crush, and your bitcoins wealthy

Gratuitous sales, mix and match your parents

Hashtag social posts and comment your caren’ts

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Vote for democracy, take in their bland charm

Pigs festering noisily on a government farm

Kiss and tell, the check marks are welting red

Headless executions are good and all well-fed

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Pet show of snarling dogs and cheeseburger cats

Layers upon bulky layers of humanity’s putrid fat

Insanity is your most and only decent memory

The acceptable norms for this normal society

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Insalubrious snarks can taste so damned good

Like happy meals and creepy clown’s fast food

Virtual playmates will forever aid you, even daily

As company, so that you’re always never lonely

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Education, get your mind and body tossed about

Disappointment, and the teacher whacks you out

Counting numbers of casualties, learn vocabulary

Words get shorter with age, lexicon’s dictionary

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Learn your ABC’s to write horrible death threats

There’s a red light at the end fight, ready get set

Field trips to open massacres, see severed heads

Interview the victims who wish they were dead

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Arrested bumblings, itchy suits, young weddings

Obsolete sayings and fast-fading trendy clothings

Swim on saline, sip sodas that taste like chloride

The summer’s hot, El Niño strikes, grab your bike

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You only live once and die once, so take your pick

Hopscotch on minefields, break bones like sticks

Blow up like bombs on the longer Walmart queue

Run on sulphur streets and flower syringes’ hues

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Replace your baby dolls with actual baby blue

Your soldiers with guns also have all come true

Earth’s an oyster, you’re the pearl trapped inside

Knock against ivory walls yet it’s still shut tight

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But the little child won’t stay for long, innocence is never in fashion

Snuff out that childhood like your cigarette and let maturity festoon

Legally dumb, legally aged, legal legends, and legal lawsuits

Children grow up so fast, in order to escape this world’s vultures

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Industrial child, conceived in a verdant world so rich and healthy

In an abundance of vicious violence and graphic images so wealthy

Industrial child, this is your own place, a personal golden revolution

Millennia of the ages they say, yet reality is a helpless problem with no solution.

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I’m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Are you talking to me?
I’ll give you something to cry about
St. Jimmy!

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