when i spit you can tell i got a little dick, because i wear my insecurities on my sleeve like a little bitch. when i talk you can tell i got a small cock, because i stumble on my words, and i wobble when i walk. because i studder when i talk, a little gift from past use got me talking soft, because it's all i've known.and when you see my shadow, all that's there is a fatty lump of sorrow. a chubby fuck that got used to the ole "beg and borrow". i got my vices so many it would make your liver quiver. just to know what i've ingested would make my mother shiver. but she has my heart in her. mirror speaks truth. i'm just a lumpy sinner
barbacoa & black tar
welcome to the limp dick manifesto, a piece of shit that never let go, said I was high you told me "i know" , "you've been knee deep in that bible", "is it a manual for survival?". I seek serenity I've got to go, if I don't get saved please let Mom know, her boy will finally be known, release relief with a hypodermic needle, release relief and dilate pupils(x2).yellow teeth don't shine in moonlight. to live the lie, is life lived on his time. to hold the hurt gets me caught up in trife crime. and i am no longer i(x2). life low, expectations high, plunge the mud, for i. sweat-shoot-sleep-for i. walk the streets point the blame "they all owe me". if it wasn't for god i'd be something. i swear in his eyes i'm but nothing. another foundation cracked broke and lumpy.
it keeps biting and i keep running i keep on fighting daylight, same voices 4 3 2 1 fist fucking all my late nights can't take it head keeps pounding so I keep on shooting silence, blurred visions, intoxicating, ears ringing from the sirens.me me me me me me. saving lives high as fuck never felt better, I need to get myself out of this weather, I need myself to believe it'll get better. it's all about me me me me me. walk these streets just to feel alive. i am but a vessel, you are all my sheep. follow me, down down down. home.
young in new orleans
eyes glazed, suns beating down on me, to be young and think everything is on a leash,to live fast is to die carelessly, so rejoice with us halfheartedly, we found peace before you gained strength, we found solace in New Orleans, I found commas where they shouldn't be, I kept writing frantically, the south is rising gracefully, just to fall back down quietly. eyes open, the moon's staring back at me, 2 packs-20 kids on bourbon street, to die with them, is to die as a novelty, to care for death, is me living cowardly. I found peace in the van with no one listening, I found solace in the wards of New Orleans, I found serenity in South Houston streets, I kept composure in the underbelly of ATL, I find comfort in hell.Crane don't look down on me, I gained perspective in Burroughs defeats, I found solace in the teachings of Bukowski, Camus taught me to die alone is true strength.I'm going to drown in New Orleans
south texas towns
this is the year of misery. 2009 is killing me, it's embarassing.
the weight alone will bury me, to think you're no longer here is scaring me.
let's sing a song with some melody, let's hope that frankie is listening.
59 is depressing, south texas towns seem never ending.
and 35 is just chilling, we got you here, but not really.
all these jackyls crawl near me and since you passed it's now my father who fears me.
embrace those close with napalm, if I get too close will they leave like him?
will they leave like tim? like frank? like rob? like dan? like pa?
this is not an anthem, but an aria sung for the sullen. for the former-smitten, for those who loved before the drugs kicked in.
and now you're no longer living, only 2 months and the world stopped grieving.
that's when i stopped speaking, re dress in junior high skin dry heaving.
this is not an anthem, but an aria sung for the sullen. for the former-smitten, for those who loved before the drugs kicked in.
going through the motions, going through the motions.
fuck going through the motions. and fuck closure.fuck peace.
we are this generations vampires, i am the uncool cool.
in the van with the band that just lost a man.
in the van with 5 other coping mechanisms.
this is not an anthem, but an aria sung for the sullen. for frankie winston, for those who loved before the drugs kicked in.
recoverys a moment in time i wish i wasn't alive
i'm too selfish i can't lie i need you.
to compare other tragedies to yours.......i need you.
for frankie winston cooper
stay cold brother
1985-2009
santa susana
oh great abomination, i surrender effortlessly.
oh self-inflicted desecration, sink in and carry me.
through deserts and mountains on 4 wheels, following a moon shining delicately on you.
oh santa susana- i adore you, i abhor you, i hate you.
i can feel the puppet strings, pulling in and out of me.
my high is marked by a low end scream, as we draw close i hit my peak.
i hear the voices of the worshippers suffering, and my face lights up.
3 a.m. carelessness to counteract the effects of dead eyes set on ceilings.
oh santa susana- fuck you oh santa susana-fuck you oh santa susana-fuck you
i envy the kneeling, envy the filters set on truth revealing, but i'm less than willing.
less than feeling.
santa susana-fuck you.
DFFL
it's like i can finally breathe, know what i mean?
but i know tomorrow is one i don't wanna see.
it's like the LPs that talked back to me when i was a teen. saying "whoa... all by myself"
i swear i thought i knew everything.
H-U-S-T-L-E-R that's what I are. lowest life form.
"david's pissed" my brother whispering.
his eyes are black and for a minute my brain was fizzling.
but i knew by night i'd be at APV, still alone watching goons tear up the park and sing.
not much different from the lifers that hung around my dad
both sides were DFFL except they were the ones that had it bad.
H-U-S-T-L-E-R that's what I are. lowest life form.
dope fiend for life. dope fiend for life. self realizations. dope fiend for life. dope fiend for life.
the first high is a feeling of a feeling of a feeling of a feeling you can never top.
embrace it while you can, and like the drug, guilt too, was made by man.
H-U-S-T-L-E-R that's what I are. lowest life form.
goon life
a world no worse than sodom.
this is my world i am the king of rock bottom.
if it's a sin then we got it.
if you want relief you can find it in my product.
what they call hell is my heaven.
what they call truth is a precursor to armageddon.
so let it slip in and set in. close your eyes and count back from 7.
and all the shiny voices may drown in opium oceans.
goon life, a newfound pride for the kids with no backsides.
wolf pack '85 is what we're yelling.
amplified suss a swarm of feral fucking children.
x generations future felons.
trap by trap we came to build our own prisons.
and we are the wardens and C.O's.
and we don't talk to police no.
we don't converse with snitches.
outsiders get dumped in ditches .
and all the shiny voices, may drown in opium oceans.
this is goon life, a newfound pride for the wolves on the outside.
we're all scared and that's why we're fucked.
1 too many ties, to cut.
and we don't talk, to cops.
i don't talk to no fucking cops.
feral kids in love, shout.
(pulls the trigger, duct taped to the back, do what he says)
fuck your cop talk.
my pen is mightier than this park.
i choose to save face in the dark.
bust out the windows get what you want
"i came here to kill cops"
slave said with a smile on his face.
gun cocked in all black "where's the safe?"
and i, i, i, "came here to kill cops"
*dedicated to josh the goon
