Insomniac
2006.08.07. 12:03
Armatage Shanks
Stranded... lost inside myself My own worst friend My own closet enemy Branded... Maladjusted
Never trusted anyone Let alone myself I must insist On being a pessimist
I'm a loner in a catastrophic mind Elected the rejected I perfected the science of idiot
No meaning... no healing Self loathing freak and introverted Deviot
Brat
Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days They're getting over the hill Death is closing in and catching up As far as I can tell Got a plan of action and cold blood And it smells of defiance I'll just wait for Mom and Dad to die And get my inheritance
Now I want more 'Cause I'm getting bored And I'm going nowhere fast
I was once filled with doubt Now it's all figured out Nothing good can last Crows feet and rot are setting in
And time is running out My parent's income interest rate Is gaining higher clout I'm a snot nosed slob Without a job And I know I damn Well should
Mom and dad don't look so hot these days But my future's looking good
Stuck with me
I'm not part of your elite I'm just alright Class structure waving colors Bleeding from my throat Not subserviant to you I'm just alright Down classed by the powers that be Give me loss of hope Cast out... Buried in a hole Struck down... forcing me to fall Destroyed... giving up the fight I know I'm not alright What's my price and will you pay it if it's alright? Take it from my dignity waste it until it's dead Throw me back into the gutter 'Cause it's alright Find another pleasure fucker Drag them down to hell
Geek stink breath
I'm on a mission I made my decision To lead a path of self-destruction A slow progression Killing my complexion And it's rotting out my teeth
I'm on a roll No self control I'm blowing off steam with Meth Amphetamine Don't know what I want That's all that I've got And I'm picking scabs off my face Every hour my blood is turning sour
And my pulse is beating out of time
I found a treasure Filled with sick pleasure And it sits on a thick white line I'm on a mission I got no decision like a cripple Running the rat race Wish in one hand and shit in the other And see which one gets filled first
No pride
I'm just a mutt And nowhere is my home Where dignity's a land mine In the school of lost hope
I've panhandled for life because I'm not afraid to beg Hand me down your lost and founds Of second hand regret
You better swallow your pride Or you're gonna choke on it You better digest your values Because they turn to shit
Honor's gonna knock you down Before your chance to stand up and fight I know I'm not the one I got no pride Sects of disconnection And traditions of lost faith No culture's worth a stream of piss Or a bullet in my face
To hell with unity Separation's gonna kill us all Torn to shreds and disjointed Before the final fall
Bab's uvula who?
I've got a knack for fucking everything up My temper flies and I get myself all wound up My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high I lose control and I get myself all wound up Tension mounts and I fly off the wall I self-destruct and I get myself all wound up Petulance and irritation sets in I throw a tantrum and I get myself all up Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back Stuck in a rut and I get myself all wound up Killed my composure and it will never come back Loss of control and I get myself all wound up Blown out of proportion again My temper snaps and I get myself all wound up Spontaneous combustion Panic attack I slipped a gear I get myself all wound up
86
What brings you around? Did you lose something the last time you were here? You'll never find it now
It's buried deep with your identity so stand aside and let the next one pass Don't let the door kick you in the ass
There's no return from 86 Don't even try
Exit out the back And never show your head around again Purchase your ticket and Quickly take the last train Out of town
Panic Song
Ready for a cheap escape On the brink of self destruction Widespread panic Broken glass inside my head Bleeding down these thoughts of Anguish... mass confusion The world is a sick machine Breeding a mass of shit With such a desolate conclusion Fill the void with... I don't care There's a plague inside of me Eating at my disposition Nothing's left Torn out of reality Into a state of no opinion Limp with hate
Stuart and the ave
Standing on the corner of Stuart and the Avenue Ripping up my transfer And a photograph of you You're a blur of my dead past and rotting existance As I stand laughing on the corner of insignificance Destiny is dead In the hands of bad luck Before it might have made some sense But now it's all fucked up Seasons change as well as minds And I'm a two faced clown You're mommy's little nightmare Driving daddy's car around I'm beat down and half brain dead The long lost king of fools I may be dumb But I'm not stupid enough to stay with you
Brain Stew
I'm having trouble trying to sleep I'm counting sheep but running out As time ticks by And still I try No rest for crosstops in my mind On my own... here we go
My eyes feel like they're going to bleed Dried up and bulging out my skull My mouth is dry My face is numb Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own... here we go My mind is set on overdrive The clock is laughing in my face A crooked spine My sense dulled Passed the point of delirium On my own... here we go
Jaded
Somebody keep my balance I think I'm falling off Into a state of regression The expiration date Rapidly coming up It's leaving me behind to rank Always move forward Going "straight" will get you nowhere There is no progress Evolution kill it all I found my place in nowhere I'm taking one step sideways Leading with my crutch Got a fucked up equilibrium Count down from 9 to 5 Hooray! We are gonna die! Blessed into our extinction
Westbound sign
Boxed up All of her favorite things Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale Big plans and leaving friends and A westbound sign Weighed out Her choices on a scale Prevailing nothing made sense Just transportation and a Blank decision... she's taking off No time and no copping out She's burning daylight and petrol Blacked out the rearview mirror Heading westward on Strung out On confusion road And ten minute nervous breakdowns Xanex a beer for thought And she determined... She's taking off Is it salvation? Or an escape from discontent? Will she find her name In the California cement? Punched out of the grind That punched her one too many times... Is tragedy 2000 miles away? She's taking off
Tight wad hill
Cheapskate on the hill A thrill seeker making deals Sugar city urchin wasting time Town of lunatics Begging for another fix Turning tricks for speedballs One more night
Making your rounds once again Turning up empty handed Bumming a ride Burning daylight Last up at dawn... tight wad hill
Drugstore hooligan Another white trash mannequin On display to rot up on the hill Living out a lie But having the time of his life Hating every minute of his existance
Making your rounds once again Turning up empty handed Bumming a ride Burning daylight Last up at dawn... tight wad hill
Making your rounds once again Turning up empty handed Bumming a ride Burning daylight Last up at dawn... tight wad hill
Walking contradiction
Do as I say not as I do because The shit's so deep you can't run away I beg to differ on the contrary I agree with every word that you say Talk is cheap and lies are expensive My wallet's fat and so is my head Hit and run and then I'll hit you again I'm a smart ass but I'm playing dumb
Standards set and broken all the time Control the chaos behind a gun Call it as I see it even if I was born deaf, blind and dumb Losers winning big on the lottery Rehab rejects still sniffing glue Constant refutation with myself I'm a vicitm of a catch 22
I have no belief But I believe I'm a walking contradiction And I ain't got no right
Do as I say not as I do because The shit's so deep you can't run away I beg to differ on the contrary I agree with every word that you say Talk is cheap and lies are expensive My wallet's fat and so is my head Hit and run and then I'll hit you again I'm a smart ass but I'm playing dumb
I have no belief But I believe I'm a walking contradiction And I ain't got no right
I have no belief But I believe I'm a walking contradiction And I ain't got no right
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