|Gm|Bb|Eb|D| My flailing decree of your zanex and speed. Has brought me alive and back on my feet. Your silence is gone but you speak with concrete evidence of my lack of your crude response. Your not off so bad and your life it is great, but still you expect to be sprinkled with hate. And oh how you cry and oh how you plead. But I'll never give in and I'll never be free. We're filled with this angst. But haven't got time, to care for the law of even Finish the crime. We've paved a new road of the old and the sick. And we're watching the time as it falls and it slips. You never fucking thought that you'd be screaming stop as you hear those ropes cut. Oh god. It didn't mean a lot please speak to me not. Another anonymous note dropped. Melody and new progression. Another lonely night. You've gone dry as you hear these horses cry Walking through these non lucid sights. I thought I might help but I'm no fucking knight. And yet again you just sigh. Kian, Brennon

Had to much time to think as the clerk sighs. I think of his remorse due to this 9 to 5 work force of course. Lingering vegan sorts. Caffein binge to the stomach cringe. Seemingly to unfit, praise the anarchists. Cover the eyes. Bleed those fuckers dry. Abhorrence, emerges from another imperfect lyric praying. Praying to god that very few will hear it. Dm The greatest fear is becoming anything like the parents. Ripping hair out after artificial conversation. Blue verse red, under the eyes. Looking in the mirror when no one else is near. Consciousness Disappears, illusory thought enter hear. Delusions have never felt more actually clear. Not scared nor disgusted. Jus curious how it all got started. Chorus Reading being over privileged, isn't it hilarious. It's a fucking sickness is this arrogance. Counselor calling to early in the morning. But it seems one is misinterpreting these dreams. Of which just seem to me a job ruled to loosely. Others just wanting to escape a twisted king. Must there be religious connotation in everything. When will it be accepted as basic psychology. Dm Falling in love with your therapist. Why do you do this, sick contemplation of another sensation. Easter masturbation till you're sitting in silence. Pausing as family dinner gets oh so silent. Blame the apathetics. Dose new sedatives, till you feel pathetic and you can't get out of bed. Just another shitty song about teenage depression. I fear there's to many minor chords sitring in this set list. Chorus Following the trail to adolescent demise. Staring me down with those stone cold eyes. Your silence has never filled so much space. As you think to yourself. This must just be a phase. Brennon

You're overdosing on synthetic substance arguing the point of a theological conquests. The anti-abortionist they are fucking hypocrites you want to kill the adults but save the nonexistent. Crude words oh so embraced as the fuckers they will stare and say its probably just a phase. And due to these burnt out day politicians they will say they have the answer to this mal-progresion. When the abnormal is normal and the independent's collective. Everyone begins to ask is there a point to it. The quick eye contact the words under your breath I swear I heard that. You're expecting authority but haven't got responsibility, to watch over our young please bite your tongue. Your words meaning nothing when it comes to intelligence, but our time it isn't equal it's spent to repent. And as we pass your head turn right then left and of course you just laugh. You always just fucking laugh. Blame it on the depersonalization or another schizophrenic equation. Welcome to Prozac nation. Go ahead, you can pretend you hate it. I'm Tripping and stumbling while listening your mumbling. Believe me when I say I'm watching you huddling together. I've never felt better. Rereading your old letters, over and over again. And again. And again You're expecting authority but haven't got responsibility, to watch over our young please bite your tongue. Your words meaning nothing when it comes to intelligence, but our time it isn't equal it's spent to repent. You'll never guess what I just saw. But either way you'd just nod. So what's the fucking point, anyway. Brennon

these bells and these sounds, they just wail and theyre bound to my feet as i walk, and they chatter and talk but i cant take them off, not their leather not cloth i am bound at the knees to the highest degree and my soul, it just clings to my body and sings to the noise of these bells, to my screams and my yells and i push it away, and i leave it all out but i feel such dismay and i cant help but shout, "oh my lord what is this? these noises i hear you'd promised me bliss, but this is not it i fear and i pray everyday, and i give charity so just answer this question. i seek clarity" then i woke the next day. i twice brushed my teeth. i looked accross the street and saw the church doors beneath i put on my clothes, and i walked out the door i forgot to take the trash, but it didnt matter anymore i'd arrived at the crosswalk, just as it turned green. i hurried past the strangers as if it were all a dream then the church bells rang once. the caught me off gaurd. i thought it was the bells to which my feet played the bard. then a truck sped the light. it skidded, then stopped. just like the bells on my knees had then dropped. Kian

This paralysis has kept me up for days and weeks and maybe months. Waking up as if I’m in drunk but I’m as sober as could be. These people, these faces that I see in the middle of the night thinking as my spine locks and I just sigh. I lie awake, and to myself about this hell of which I’m so proud to be attending. I’m so proud to be attending. When my eyes leave the subject the subject. The figures over my bed, have left and erased from my head. I’m never conscious of the situation when it happens, but right after right after I stop to think about these fucking hallucinations. I guess every time it seems a little longer, and it’s become more and more relevant. Sitting in my bed wondering what the fuck just happened. And I wonder if this is what Marry saw as she was frozen in her bed, when greeted by a projection from her head. Or what your parents saw when greeted by dead friends. Is this what a near death experience is? Will see something similar; god will it be as vivid? Will they cast their shadows and conversate. Their speech filled with so much hate. Will it be just as fucking bad? Or is just another fad? That my minds’ going through. Brennon

C. Am Oh lucifer my boy. Oh lucifer my brother F. G You tainted Christ with those hands and gave Adam a lover C. Am Oh I understand your struggle. I understand your pain F. G You left the heavens with a cause and got struck down in vein C. Am No God wasn't half happy and he was not yet half mad F. G But one thing that I know is that he sure can start a fad C. F You know religions just a trend. Everything will just start to blend Am. G Like the words are all a single one. Next thing you know your life is done C. F You just get to the promised land And your soul they will reprimand Am. Cdim And then right after that... Your in hell. (Dramatic pause) (Play next part calmly like beginning) C. Am Oh lucifer my son. Oh lucifer my father F. G. You brought humans the gun and then you threw in the lager C. Am But then god took them for a ride He shot the gun and jobs son died. (Gets intense) F. He took his land. He shook his house G He made him cry. He made him shout (Even more intense) C I prayed to you when I was down F You kept me safe gave me a crown Am now I'm a king My life is spared G. C And Its all because... the devil cared. Kian