Insidious

Rising from the depths of my soul,

The madness of a thousand memories,

The repressed violent outbusrts,

Manfesting their own voice and personality,

And now theyre all screaming inside of me!
We’ve sold the lie,

For the small price

Of my sanity.

I guess my doctor was right

Ill never fit into society.
Infact I might as well play the part,

Keep in mind as you verbally judge me, 

I could easily stop holding back and let my dark side rip you apart.

Im too smart, to fall apart,

For the satisfaction of the faction of ignorant invalids

Spewing mindless shit, without batting an eyelid.
I feel my inner demons twitch and I feel the itch,

To carve you up and make the onlookers sick.

Youre too old and slow, and my minds to quick,

Ill let this slight slip, but next time you best get a grip quick,

Or else,
Or else!

Ill realease my demons and give you the reality check

A small minded, white picket fence – normal life dunce

Should get! Ill sever your ties to what you call reality,
Youll be one to regret,

One to never ever forget,

What it means to lean 

Face to face with a man,

Whos mastered mean.


Bones

I brought the shovel,

Hope you brought your stomach,

Cause were digging up skeletons,

Till the sun comes up…

And its a long way till dawn,

And we got a long way to dig,

And the deeper we go,

The bigger the demons were forced to face!

We may not make it till morning,

But for what its worth I gave you warning,

Just keep that lantern burning,

And for what its worth, dont stop digging!

We’re digging til dawn,

Digging until every secerte is revealed,

As bare as a dead mans bones.

Dark Hatter

I’ve been chasing dragons 

Down rabbit holes again,

Following a mad man,

Chasing that high, 

Now I’m Coming down the mountain,
I’ve been lost, four days now

Trying to follow the light

But in no longer matters what direction

The sun sets or rises in, 

I’ve been walking at night,

Trying to recreate my reality

Just a few more days and I’ll be climbing

That mountain again, chasing that high,

Trying to escape my reality –

Running away from what bothers me.
And when I finally reached the peak

A brother of the hood, turned to me and 

Asked what is real to you? 

And I had a million answers at once and I began to 

Alomost list them all starting with the fact that 

I am real but then cut myself off and 

Said no, not recently but I try to be….
So then,  I said slowly,

What is really real to me? And every soul I know?

Problems are real, we all suffer from problems,

Stemming from impulse choices based on our dark pasts 

Or opinions of others trying to manipulate us into 

Something they can use to benefit themselves, 

And then I told him society was no better!

Because all they want is to sell you junk to become somebody!

And when you got no money you are a nobody!

And suddenly I realized 

 I was talking talking to myself…

No one was listening…

Fishing

I kin of like losing myself in a poem

And the end of a long day

Labouring in the field – 

I work my address off and all I want 

Is a beer and to write a poem…

Maybe go fishing…

How is it I ended up treated like some kind of vilian?

Die Laughing

I will not hesitate to debate the shit you relate to

“Blah blah this is so cool” you look like a tool,

Blabbing your mouth and waving your arms – fool. 

I can’t be bother to recite the kite to fly you sky high,

I begin to talk and lose you before I even begin to try.
If you want to beat me, 

You got be more than a loser 

I’m fixed on a destiny,

And you a gangter poser. 
I’m, fascinated with the search

For the meaning to life and death; wondering if

I should be afraid or laughing maniacally,

Talking to a Skull

Thanks Pandora bracelet,

I’m going for the sky conspiracy theories.

I am going to prove I’m not meant 

To be here… Come with me…
I will give you the best day ever.

Thanks for the next few months.
Somehow I will find a way home.

I’ll make it off this cold planet.

Everyone is dead and has been dead

For far to long.
Walking over all the bones,

Crunching, crunching, crunching,

Filling my ears, driving me crazy.

How long Till I’m one of them…

How long will I last here?

Doom Clouds

Coming down that mountain

Coming down that high

Looking at the doom clouds in the sky,

They look like ufo’s flying by…
Come walk with me,

Come walk with me through the slum,

Just another fun, fun, day 

Talking to all the bums.

Listening to the funy thing they say.
I am on my way,

Going to get paid on Friday,

Going to meet the men in the sky.

I’ll be climbing that mountain,

Chasing that high,

Looking for ufo’s flying by…
Take me way far away

To another world where I may stay

Awhile and conume your guile, 

Consume your smile.

Conume, consume, conume 

You….