Tuesday, November 06, 2007

God Is Going To Get Sick of Me (Aberdeen City)

Caught, caught in the way
In the way of a bus
The lease is up. The lease is up.
They break our legs to prove a point
The lease is up. The lease is over

A bible in one hand, he makes decisions
The lease is up
Ordered his gun and its done and its done and done
An Hysteric at the top
Saying everything is safe
Ordered his gun and its done and its done
Ordered his gun and its done and

God is Going to get sick of me
And the accident
That takes the beat from my heart
Will look like it was my fault

Spend one more day backed into a corner
The lease is up, the lease is up
Impossible to lose support gets stronger
Each time something frightens them
You'll set it rightI know I know

God is Going to get sick of me
And the accident
That takes the beat from my heart
Will look like his
You said I get it, i get it, i get it alright
And that nothing can be taken and that nothing can be taken from me
After I've stopped waiting for an ambulance to come and get me

God is Going to get sick of me
And the accident
That takes the beat from my heart
Will look like it was my fault

LGFUAD (Motion City Soundtrack)

Let's get fucked up and die.
I'm speaking figuratively, of course.
Like the last time that I committed suicide,Social suicide.
Yeah so I'm already dead, on the inside,But I can still pretend.
With my memories and photographs,I've learned to love the lie.

I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense, yeah.
Let me in,Let me in to the club.
Cause I wanna belong,
And I need to get strong.
And if memory serves.
I'm addicted to words and they're useless.

*********(In this department)**************

Let's get fucked up and die.
I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie.
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode,I'm about to explode.
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck.
I am perfect and I have learned to accept:
All my problems and short comings,
Cause I am so visceral yet deeply inept.

I want to thank you for being a part of my Forget-Me-Nots and Marigolds,
And all the things that don't get old.
Is it legal to do this?
I surely don't know.
It's the only way I have learned to express myself.
Through other peoples' descriptions of life.
I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless.

**********(In this department)************

Let's get fucked up and die.
For the last time with feeling,We'll try not to smile.
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the night,
That’s no shock and surprise.
I believe that I can
overcome this and beat everything in the end.
But I choose to abuse for the time being.
Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.

Sister Soldier you’ve been such a positive influence on my mental frame.
If I could ever repay you I would but I'm hard up for cash,
And my memory lacks initiative.
Goddamn the liquor store's closed.
We're so close to scoring.It hurts, it destroys, 'till it kills.
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.

*********(In this department)***********

Monday, November 05, 2007

to die slowly

boredom's scathing
while the heart
remains beating
an ulcer my stomach
begins eating
tormented tormoil
that I do not deserve
wishing in this moment
to see beyond the earth's curve
maybe there is peace in some new land
where new faces surround and abound
lost I might be, but lost in silence no pain
no anger to disturb and arraign
the subtleties which I prize above all
whispers in the wind that always call
saying there is a lake crystal clear
that if you only keep swimming
all numbness, hatred and pain disappear
here in the pit of humanity I remain
for only as long as this life appears gain