Rancid-Pen

Breathe in hard, Breathe in fast Take a step back and look at the torn man Bloody and broken There is more than pressure rising in this hotel room Do you even know what you are getting into

A New One Free not to fly Ten seconds and counting Logic is imminent Lethargy is fading The lore becomes immune The revolt is here Revolution for Anarchy New garments to wear Open roads close Our system corrupted Time to break the chains of society Not community I have the Hitman You have the Marksman Lets assassinate this association Poison their technology Rebind their books We can all be keen Sharp or otherwise Open the backdoor To close their web of lies This is no place for a decoy.

The Morning Man streams through the dingy window, harsh on my skin. I can see him through my eyelids.  He is always to early. My eyes caked with last nights pretty face.  Lady Danger smeared down my cheek. Sore legs lead to sore arms.  Hose cling damp to my 11 am shadow.  Sequence dress hangs freely on the hamper, right where I left it.  My throat tired from a night of drinking, screaming, and smoking.  High-heels probably not the best option for footwear.  My red, raw skin blistered in symmetrical diamonds.  Sitting up.  More of a thought than a task.  How shall I defeat the headache this week?  Hangovers are one hell of a bitch. Damn t

Pain mirrored in your dark eyes Crimson twisted and black The words tease your tongue Prick at your fingertips It is not that unbearable Take it all in stride friend Raw and unforgiving A sharp smile to finish it off Chaotic beats to bring it home Bitter is she, bitter is she

On the edge of consciousness One step from sanity Pantomime the everyday Steps over and over All the same Fond of the imaginary Only those like me know The ecstasy of desire Desire is so deafening Known bohemian Savor this moment It never lasts

My eyes are dry I can't cry for you anymore Your concrete existence rapes your own potential My mouth is dry I am done talking about what you could have been Your ways never change Your mind spoiled with the sour scent of idiocy I am no longer remorseful for your self induced demise Your selfish lies Tried to change the way you were Your mind set stubborn Face away little baby If you ignore us, we go away Play your games See how much longer they can last We will pretend you are fine You can't see it, how can I Learn to listen And maybe your own tears would dry