Interloper
Timing's the essence for the most potent impression.
Feigned indifference just completes the effect.
Just can't escape the feeling you'd rather
be dealing
With people like you, those who are perfect.
Interloper, what's your opinion?
Don't need to ask, I know you will comply
Arrogance from erudition is your story,
How many will you fool with your living lie?
A modern-day philosopher, you theorize on the
fly.
Diderot's your cohort, colleague and your
friend.
Your aloofness precedes you, our attention
feeds you.
The more you get, the more you want, the cycle
never ends.
Interloper, what's your opinion?
Don't need to ask, I know you will comply
Arrogance from erudition is your story,
How many will you fool with your living lie?
Mad As Hell
I'll talk with my fists when you pass me on
the street.
You'll know my message when I stomp you with
my feet.
I'll smash you with the bat that I carry at
my side.
And I'll keep it on me 'til your skull's split
open wide.
And I don't care if you die.
I won't care when your mother cries.
So I won't care when you're dead.
I won't care because this rage controls my
head.
I strolled into your work with my bat in my
hand.
Your manager looked at me like he didn't understand.
I asked if you're on the clock; he said you
had been canned.
I asked for your address, now things would
go as planned.
And I don't care if you die.
I won't care when your mother cries.
So I won't care when you're dead.
I won't care because this rage controls my
head.
There's no understanding.
No association.
Why the situation?
Only aggravation.
Now I'm walking down your street.
With each house I pass I feel less retreat.
And now I'm standing at your door.
I'm ready to kill you 'cause my girlfriend
is a whore.
And I don't care if you die.
I won't care when your mother cries.
So I won't care when you're dead.
I won't care because this rage controls my
head.
There's no understanding.
No association.
Why the situation?
Only aggravation.
I'm mad as hell.
Unititled
There's a thousand different people standing
over me
and a hundred other people on the opposite
tree.
There's a brother in a prison tryin' to sleep
on a cot
and some punk driving a Lexus; man, I hate
that thought.
There's a bum collecting bottles for a voucher
slip
and a man guaging his life by every champagne
sip.
There are kids immersed in hatred and it bothers
me
when the world was playing marbles in 1953.
Don't compromise
or sympathize.
By breathing in
you accept these ties.
There's a father keeping order with the end
of a stick
and his actions are the product of a parental
trip.
There's a girl at a corner who's now a memory.
Don't blink 'cause you're dying along with
history.
Don't compromize
or sympathize.
By breathing in
you accept these ties.
Unjustified
Please rely upon my shadow.
The more you stare, this lesson is learned.
What kind of life is there in longing?
It went from cold to burned.
And then he tells her he's walking.
He's got his feet placed on the floor.
He might care when she starts sobbing,
but right now that's no concern.
Is this sacrifice
something justified?
Something born?
There's this pain inside
and it makes him blind.
Something's wrong.
How did you fall behind me?
Out of my grasp, onto the floor.
I thought I watched, I was mistaken,
like tracking tides washing up on shore.
And then he tells her he's leaving.
He's got his plan all figured out.
He won't care who he's deceiving;
but right now it's no concern.
Is this sacrifice
something justified?
Something born?
There's this pain inside
and it makes him blind.
Something's wrong.
Where It Stands
Don't take their words, they were trained in
lying.
Don't hear their sounds, their opinions blind.
Help with your cause, 'cause time is trying
and ignore the thoughts of a soul that's dying.
There's a problem here, with our fingers on
it.
but a lack of power, time provides for.
As of now, we're on ground unstable
and it's up to us to clear this table.
And you?
Wonder why they've
told me
You've got no
plans, no rooted place
and no thoughts
that take command.
You're in control,
you're the fuck who'd know.
And how?
Are you blind?
You can't see it?
Their silly
plans, to lead the strays
with no ties
to where it stands.
You're in control,
it's time you go now.
There's this dark graffiti all across the land.
You can't look away, so refrain, ignore.
They still erase this board with their slow
attempts.
These acts of protest leave troubling conflicts.
So ignore the rules that are implied.
Pass them on those which you can't rely.
They'll smell the fear that our presence brings
With our motives hazed and absent minds imploring.
What intentions
got us here?
To face this
line of legal stares.
From idle hands
that pass us on.
We're still
here and now they're gone.
There's no chance
to hide from this
and no hope
for the curious.
I can't tell
what happens next.
I can't tell
what happens next.
Just where it stands we're never sure.
These complications infest bright souls
but it doesn't matter 'cause it ends your
time.
It makes no sense and I want to know why.
Free For All
Trapped inside a bowling ball, and rolling down a hill.
I turn to you and try to smile, but you're the only one inside and you're
still,
like a potted plant in winter heat.
It's cold inside and sold inside,
like a passing thought that's chained to you but with no lock, and now,
there's nothing else to fear.
Waiting at the bottom of this hill.
So hold your breath, enjoy the ride,
this pleasure trip is crystal clear.
I never knew how to think or feel until the day she stepped inside my head.
But those days are gone and sho is she, time is never ever
still,
like a potted plant in winter heat.
It's cold outside and sold inside,
like a passing thought that's chained to you but with no lock, and now,
there's nothing else to fear.
Waiting at the bottom of this hill.
So hold your breath, enjoy the ride,
this pleasure trip is crystal clear.
Is this free for all they say?
Only free for all today.
It takes time, you're supposed to say, and smile at me to reassure your claim.
But you're all too near and my mind is numb, my brain is standing
still,
like a potted plant in winter heat.
It's cold outside and sold inside,
like a passing thought that's chained to you but with no lock, and now,
there's nothing else to fear.
Waiting at the bottom of this hill.
So hold your breath, enjoy the ride,
this pleasure trip is crystal clear.
Is this free for all they say
Only free for all today.
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