HIGH SOCIETY IS FUCKING DEAD.
That was quick, even for us. But it is what it is and so shall it be. See you in hell!
This is a pistol shrimp. Enlighten yourself. →
My will is easy to decide, For there is nothing to divide. My kin don’t...– Executed by firing squad on November 19, 1915, after being framed for the murder of a local prominent and his son. 13-year-old Merlin Morrison, the victims’ son and brother, who said “That’s not him at all” upon first seeing Hill, but later identified him as the murderer....
Bathed in adoration Perfect teeth, impossible hair High on ancestral elevation Too taken care of to care Our little world doesn’t turn like that Good people die Rats get fat Spoon in your mouth or the world on your back Good men die Rats get fat When one of you falls It’s as if the world doesn’t turn at all We fools feel your pain as our own And our pain pays for your summer...
Everything I hear is bad Every thing that I see is worse Flying a tattered flag Never realize it’s a fucking curse I wished to burn White hot at both ends Drown me in A sea of angry awkward kids But we’re left with this More squares than a Mondrian Idle minds unchained Aggressively uninteresting You sit, you stare, you ask permission to take a step You act, as if, you think that...
Some devil came to me In my sleep last night It had a million eyes And cast an awful light Reminding the worlds favor is fleeting Mouths overflowed with rumor not worth repeating There’s a way we go about things here Gorged on consistency Guided by fear No shades of gray You’re with them or you’re with us I awoke and thought to myself I never was Lovers &...
And so I find myself Here with everyone one else Tumbling down from my youth Into these inconvenient And brutal absolutes The ground grows harder Beneath my aching knees But above my head Hangs everything that I Will. Not. Be. The thing about your heart,your body & your mind They fade away with time The thing about your heart, your body & your mind They bend Bend until they break But that...
Choreographed destruction Well lit murder scenes Perfectly landscaped scars on the earth I wish I could unsee I’ve got a mind to make my escape They nip at my heels Once in a lifetime offers Catastrophic deals We don’t have any ideas of our own Just all these things Our sleeping heads Are filled with other peoples dreams The dollar has no brain The dollar has no heart The...
I don’t wanna wake up On my death bed With nothing to show but A shelf full of artifacts and A withered frame filled with regret A mind loosening it’s grip Breathe in and out Drown in doubt Ask yourself what the fuck you did with All those big ideas Those plans put on a shelf No one to blame but myself Stepping back from the old ways Is hard when every day looks like the...
Just another scared, stupid animal Who wriggled up out of the muck And now it’s eat/sleep/fuck/repeat Don’t freeze at night or dry up in the sun Skip ahead a couple of million Trips around the sun Trade legitimate fear for religion Trade in your teeth for guns It’s still winter/spring/summer/fall Not much has changed at all Not content to live with the animals Big...
I was a fool to believe That state secrets controlled my fate No conspiracy The siren song of the same old thing My little cage Is the home my father built for me I am the broken limb On my family tree Already gone Forget me I am on the losing team World won’t cease to turn without me I’ll pace my cage & rattle my chains And it’ll get me nothing… But...