PAULINE
She would have been a good woman
If there would have been someone to shoot her
Every second of her life they knew who she was
My first love, I was the mermaid’s son
Torn apart, tossed aside. They found her body floating
Did he take her life? At the wall, there in type
As real as life and standing two feet high
Pauline, kiss the beehive

TEN HOLLOW THREATS
No sympathy, fighting for dead prophets
Just admit it won’t work
Close the door, this is not your lesson
Your ignorance makes me scream. Can’t you see?
Then make me blind and fill my mouth with sand
Ten hollow threats, a quick fix won’t simplify

ONE DAY NOTICE
Don’t talk to loud, these walls are too thin
Their receivers, like claws digging in
Sway perception with false concern
Create deception, give us the taste of blood
Thought it over, you’re worth nothing. I’m just leaving
One day notice, so eager to leave this
One day notice, selling your ego
Breaking the key off in the lock, this time I walk
Promises have made me sick, this time I walk

PAYCHECK
Everyday the same thing, sit and work this machine
Broken fingers work the tools, lift your eyes and see your god
Back and forth, taste the sweat, work until bills are met
She’ll work her fingers to the bone, to lift her eyes and see her god
Live for paycheck. Wake up, what day is it?
Check stub, is this worth it?

THOUGHT PROCESS
Peel it back, get undressed. Guilt takes a back seat
Tell me sweet lies. If I told you the answers would you believe me?
Say that you need me, try to deceive me, turn around and leave me
Take it across state lines. Pull this bastard over
Play it again, draw in stale breath. Hang onto my next words,
Get undressed.

NAIL IT DOWN
You’ve been gone too long, my second fiddle was a machine
I heard you were so proud, but you weren’t there to see
As for our plans, if you need them they’re in the gutter
You’re such a man, to me you proved it when you hit her
Glad you found the right answer
Nail it down. Don’t you ask me, I don’t belong
If you were my teacher, then what I learned I’ll never use

LIVE AND RUST
The room is lit by one bare light bulb. Smoke is filling her lungs
In her pocket lays five dollars. The bottle owns her soul
I heard your house was burning. I heard you made here cry
Finding comfort in the words she sings, tell me it’s alright
Live and rust, face in hands, hit the needle, tear up your plans
Through layers of skin running it’s course
Lady day, stand on swing. God will punish her
Run for the bus. Draw a line where I quit using judgement
Live and rust. Lady day.

I CAN'T SLEEP
Let’s not toy with emotions. Writing a blank check out.
I’ve lowered my standards, I’ve lowered my values.
I’m pulling my stitches out Frustration nausea and toppled with anger.
Who’s left to stand me up now?
You’ll be my dark secret when sleep is not needed, one more won’t kill me this time.

SEQUEL TO A SNUFF FILM
In case we break pay attention
Gain control or just let it go

FUCK YOU LET'S RODEO
You must be so proud. Either that or I’m too loud.
Who blew our, our cover? Opinions with a twist off top.
So should we leave, catch up with our dignity?
If there’s a glass then we’ll follow so line them up we’ll suck them down.
Did you stop and wonder?
You’re the genius, paved the road. Help us out, create our sound, make our sound.
This time I’m drowning. You better pick up your phone. Type out your well thought plans.
So I’ll pick my side of the couch. Make this as comfortable as we can, as I can.
Look at you Smile and laugh. Clap my hands return the favor October, October sent
Then consider this my resignation. Another sticker for your car.
The one you worked so hard for. Since you already dug my grave all I gotta do is lay down.
Pass the torch. Pass the Word. We’re all sellouts. We’re all sellouts.

FRACTION OF THE ANSWER
Pulling both legs forward, bringing both arms back.
Turn off the answering machine, turn off the lights and lock all the doors.
Laying the groundwork for another panic attack.
Never really saying anything just speaking through memorized lines.
I’m telling you there’s a theory, you’re part of the answer.
I’m telling you there’s theory and you’re a fraction of the answer this time.
One thirteenth. A fraction of the answer.

GOOD COP BAD COP
Red flags are waving but this won’t stop me. Friction burns and splintered forearms.
Perpetuate the image best fit for yourself. Make sure you hold it to the light.
You’re not the first one to try and take me out. Five good reasons to pick a fist fight.
Run through eyes of needles balance truth and values. There’s no such thing as bad publicity.
I’m fucking with you. I’m ready for a riot. Answer the goddamn phone. I’m fucking with you.
I’m ready for a riot.
Answer the goddamn door. There’s another bottle asking for it’s seal to be broken, no cure for life No cure, no.

TITHING
Five AM. You’re going to hear that voice, “Do you have anything left to say?”
For every action a counter action. We are the enemy. I can dictate backwards but there’s something lost in the translation.
It’s a rope. On a rope that never ends and I’m here to remind. I couldn’t save you if I wanted to, it’s all just slight of hand.
Anointed man of god or talking swine? I guess it’s always been the same thing.
Like bad science fiction under the guise or the mask of a crusade.
Then hide under your beds, pull up the covers, trust no one. We are the enemy. Repetition is the key to salvation.
Sit on your hands to avoid negative feedback. Repetition.
Fall face forward If you have trouble sleeping. Close your eyes, count backwards.
I can’t save you, I won’t save you. Pushing passing tithing passing
I can’t save you, I won’t save you. I pray for rats.
Line your pockets with blood. Homes on top of tombs. Use this as your crutch. Watch your members die.
I pray for rats.

DRIVE
Red light, close my eyes. Reaching forward, turning to the right.
Background fades. Theme falls on deaf ears. Hit the gas tear through the gears.
The breath I’ve been holding, fueled by fear. As long as I’m driving, Why go home?
It seems so empty. I left cold and it’s just the begining.

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