“DADDY’S MONEY”

CASH IN.

THIS DIRTY CITY WILL CHEAT YOU IN CUT TIME.

YOU WON’T GET OUT ALIVE.

YOU DUG A TRENCH, DEEP AND WIDE.

YOU SHOULD STAY DOWN INSIDE.

PAY TO WIN.

A SWEATY FACE, SAUCER EYES.

YOU MUST HAVE RAN OUT OF TIME.

COME CORRECT WITH YOUR PRETTY MOUTH,

AND KISS IT GOODBYE.

“FAKE LIFE”

HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR FAKE LIFE?

I WANT IT AND I’VE GOT TO HAVE IT.

“SHOWER TIME”

ALL I SEE IS DECAY.

WE DON’T WANT IT AT ALL.

KNEEL DOWN AND OBEY.

WE DON’T WANT IT AT ALL.

IT’S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

BEFORE THE APHIDS AND THE ANTS

HAVE THEIR WAY WITH US.

THERE’S NO ONE YOU CAN TRUST

IN AN AGE OF GREED AND LUST.

LET’S GET THIS OVER WITH.

I’M TIRED, AND I WANT TO GO HOME.

I HEAR HIM CALLING ME.

COME HOME.

“STRAIGHT DOWN”

RIDE ALL THE BLACKOUTS INSIDE.

THIS LADY’S BURNING BUSINESS IS A FAILING DESIGN.

I’M FREE, AND I’M RIGHT.

THERE’S A HALO TRAPPED IN AN ORGAN.

IT STAYS OUT OF THE LIGHT.

I DON’T CARE WHERE WE GO AS LONG AS IT’S STRAIGHT DOWN.

THERE’S AN ORGAN TRAPPED IN A PHONE CALL.

IT DOESN’T MAKE A SOUND.

I’M READY, I’M FREE AND I’M RIGHT.

“TELL ME SOMETHING SCIENTIFIC”

WHEN WILL IT ALL LINE UP?

I’VE BEEN WORKING SO GOD DAMNED HARD.

IT’S NOT ENOUGH.

DON’T TELL ME TO GET OFF THE CROSS.

I’VE BEEN WORKING SO GOD DAMNED HARD.

FUCK.

I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT REDEMPTION.

I DON’T WANT TO KNOW HOW YOU PULLED THROUGH.

OPEN THOSE LEGS. SHOW ME SOME MERCY.

LIE TO ME UNTIL IT’S TRUE.

“BABY BIRD”

I’M GOING OUT TONIGHT,

AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS.

I RECOGNIZE MY SIAMESE SELF,

AND HE’S READY TO GO.

I’M GOING OUT TONIGHT,

AND I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE COMING.

I SENT A MESSAGE IN A TELEPATHIC GRIN,

AND I KNOW HOW TO KEEP RUNNING.

I SIT INSIDE AND HIDE FROM A BETTER MAN.

I CUT AND RUN, AND IT SLIPS RIGHT THROUGH MY HANDS.

I’M GOING OUT TONIGHT,

AND I HOPE THAT IT HURTS.

I REALIZE MY BODY’S A LIE,

AND I DON’T KNOW WHICH IS WORSE.

I’M GOING OUT TONIGHT,

AND I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE COMING.

I SENT A MESSAGE IN A TELEPATHIC GRIN,

AND I KNOW HOW TO KEEP RUNNING.

I HAVE THESE TERRIBLE DREAMS.

I FALL FROM THE NEST.

I BREAK, AND I’M FREE.

“LAST LOOKS”

I’VE BEEN SO DEVOUT.

I’VE BEEN DROWNING OUT

THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.

I’VE BEEN SUFFERING

FOR ALL THE CHOICES THAT I’VE MADE.

AN ANCIENT BABY

FILLED WITH DREAD.

I KNOW. I KNOW. I WANT TO LET IT GO.

I CAN’T GET IT RIGHT

I’M ON TO YOU. YOU FORCED MY HAND TO CHOOSE.

WE CAN LEAVE TONIGHT.

THIS IS FOR COWARDS.

THIS IS FOR SLACK-JAWED.

SETTLED IN ON THE LOSING END.

TOURNIQUET-CLAD. BLACK BALLED.

WE’RE TIRED OF THE RACE.

WE’RE SICK OF THE SMELL.

A SPECIAL LIE THAT HIDES INSIDE,

BUT IT SELLS, AND IT SELLS, AND IT SELLS.

“I AM NOT A GOAL-ORIENTED PERSON”

ALL THE GIRLS ARE PROFESSIONAL BY DESIGN.

ALL THE MEN ARE DOGS.

I’VE BEEN PLOTTING MY ESCAPE.

RELEASE. STAND DOWN. WITHDRAW.

I KNOW. I KNOW. I’VE GOT THAT FEELING TOO.

WHAT GOALS? I’M OLD. YEAH, RIGHT.

MY CURIOUS HANDS MADE PLANS FOR THE FUTURE.

NOW MY SAD EYES ONLY SEE THE PAST.

IT’S A LITTLE-KNOWN FACT THAT I MADE A PACT

TO NEVER, EVER LET ANYTHING LAST.

I SAW YOU RUNNING. I FELT YOUR BURNING HAND.

NOW I REALIZE. NOW I UNDERSTAND.

“COUGARS, NOT KITTENS”

I’VE HAD ENOUGH.

I NEED SOMEONE TO PICK ME UP

OFF MY KNEES.

I HAVEN’T GOT IT IN ME TO SAY PLEASE.

YOU’RE TIRED OF LIVING. YOU’RE GOING TO DIE COVERED IN DISEASE.

COUGARS, NOT KITTENS.

MOUTHS FILLED WITH TEETH.

I KNOW WHERE YOU GO.

AND I KNOW HOW YOU GET DOWN

ON YOUR KNEES.

I HAVEN’T GOT IT IN ME TO SAY PLEASE.

YOU’RE TIRED OF LIVING. YOU’RE GOING TO DIE COVERED IN DISEASE.

COUGARS, NOT KITTENS.

MOUTHS FILLED WITH TEETH.

MY WRISTS ARE STILL BLEEDING

MY MOUTH STILL SPEAKS.

I HOPE THIS BREAKS YOUR HEART.

COUGARS, NOT KITTENS.

THOSE KIDS JUST CAN’T SEE.

“BLUE BLOOD”

GIVE IN.

WE COULD MOVE OUT HERE AND DISAPPEAR.

THEY’VE GOT HOUSES AND CARS AND CHANDELIERS.

HOW CAN A MAN LIKE ME REMAIN IN THE LIGHT?

WE COULD MOVE OUT HERE AND GET IT RIGHT.

THEY’VE GOT FORESTS AND FIRES AND QUIET NIGHTS.

HOW CAN A MAN LIKE ME REMAIN IN THE LIGHT?

GIVE IN.

WE COULD CUT THE LIGHTS OUT

AND LET THE WOLVES IN.

I’VE SEEN THE MONUMENTS SLIDE IN THE SEA.

HOW CAN A MAN LIKE ME STAY FREE?

“I AM AN AMATEUR AT EVERYTHING”

I TRIED, AND I TRIED

TO BURN DOWN THIS TOWN.

TURNS OUT I’M AN AMATEUR AT EVERYTHING.

I CAN’T COME DOWN.

BURN YOUR BODY. ERASE YOUR NAME.

BURN YOUR BODY. BURN IT CLEAN.

THAT CHEMICAL CLOUD

HANGS OVER YOUR HEAD.

A MOUTH FILLED WITH HUNGER.

AND A HEART FILLED WITH DREAD.

I TRIED, AND I TRIED, AND I TRIED

I GUESS THIS ONE’S A KEEPER.

YOUR HEAD, YOUR HEART, AND YOUR HANDS.

WHICH ONE’S CHEAPER?

“PLAYING POOR”

WHERE’S THE MONEY? WHERE’S THE FAME?

I WAS TOLD BY NOW THEY’D KNOW MY NAME.

IS IT A SECRET? IS IT A LIE?

I TRIED.

I DON’T WANT TO BE FORGIVEN.

I DON’T CARE WHO TAKES THE BLAME.

YOU’RE ALL MY ENEMIES.

YOU’RE ALL THE SAME.

I KNOW YOU’RE SCARED.

BLUE BLOOD TURNS TO BONES AND HAIR.

WE’RE ALL ALREADY DEAD INSIDE.

SHOVE IT IN. OPEN WIDE.

I DON’T CARE WHO YOU KNOW.

WE’RE ALL DONE HERE BECAUSE I SAY SO.

EVERYDAY IS THE SAME.

I QUIT THIS SUCKERS’ GAME.

“BABY TEETH”

BRUSHED THE BLOOD OUT OF MY MOUTH

AND HEADED OUT ON MY OWN.

CUT MY TEETH, PULLED THEM OUT.

YOU CANNOT SAVE WHAT YOU DON’T OWN.

YOU CAN’T GO HOME.

THE PILLS DON’T WORK. MY BACK STILL HURTS.

I WAS TOLD THEY FIXED ALL MY BONES.

THIS PLACE IS A JOKE. ALWAYS BROKE.

I CANNOT SAVE WHAT I DON’T OWN.

I CAN’T GO HOME.

NIGHTS INTO DAYS.

I CAN’T ESCAPE THE ONLY LIFE I’VE KNOWN.

A THIRST THAT’S WORSE

THAN A NEWBORN NIGHT NURSE.

NEWLY FORMED THEN DISOWNED.

I’M GROWN.

BORN IN BLOOD. DIE ALONE.

YOU CANNOT SAVE WHAT YOU DON’T OWN.

“PARTICIPATION TROPHY”

I CAN’T LIVE IN A HOUSE ON FIRE.

THE CRUMBS ARE NOT ENOUGH.

I’VE SEEN THE CRACKS LEFT BY THE TRACKS.

I’VE SEEN TOO MUCH TOO TRUST.

YOU CAN CALL IT A TROPHY, I CALL IT SOLEY

THE HOLE I DOVE HEADFIRST INTO.

I HELD IN MY HANDS ELABORATE PLANS.

HORSES FOR COURSES. A HAT FULL OF HOLLOW. IT’S TRUE.

NOW I’M FREE FROM DAMAGE, SHINY AND NEW,

JUST LIKE YOU.

SMART ENOUGH TO NOT TALK HAPPY.

DUMB ENOUGH TO LOSE.

I’VE GOT NOTHING LEFT BUT DEAD-END FRIENDS,

GRIEF, REGRET AND THIS BRUISE.

YOU CAN CALL IT A TROPHY, I CALL IT ONLY

THE HOLE I POURED MY LIFE INTO.

I HELD IN MY HANDS ELABORATE PLANS.

HORSES FOR COURSES. GHOSTS TOMORROW. IT’S TRUE.

NOW I’M FREE FROM DAMAGE, SHINY AND NEW,

JUST LIKE YOU.

UNDEFILED, NOT GENTLY USED.

FREE FROM DAMAGE, SHINY AND NEW,

JUST LIKE YOU.

IT’S TRUE.

“MENTAL ILLNESS AS MATING RITUAL”

I’M A NUMBER. I’M A CLOWN.

I’M A RUINED HALF-WIT IN A HOSPITAL GOWN.

YOU’RE A VICTIM. GET IN LINE.

IT’S OK. I’M DAMAGED BY DESIGN.

FEAST ON FAILED EXAMPLES.

THERE’S LESS THAN NOTHING LEFT.

PILLS AND I’M OK.

THE REAL ONE ALREADY LEFT.

JUST LIKE THE REST.

CROOKED CLONE. CROOKEN SPINE.

THIS BODY’S WRECKED, BUT IT’S MINE.

TRY AND CURE A HOSPICE HOSTAGE.

IT’S OK. I KNOW. BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME.

EVERYTHING IS FINE NOW.

NOTHING HURTS.

I’M PHYSICALLY FIT, AND I BEAT THE IRISH CURSE.

A THOUSAND CRUNCHES.

A MILLION CURLS.

ON TOP OF THE WORLD.

CLEAN, PRESSED SHIRTS, AND NOW IT’S WORSE.

“GHOST TRASH”

I READ MY FORTUNE, AND I THREW IT AWAY.

YOU’VE GOT A LOVELY PLACE HERE, BUT IT’S GETTING LATE.

ALL MY FRIENDS HAVE BLOWN OUT THEIR BRAINS.

YOU’VE GOT A LOVELY PLACE HERE. I CAN’T STAY.

I HAVEN’T BEEN FEELING GREAT.

I GRIT MY TEETH ON A LOOP. I STAY UP WAY TOO LATE.

I QUIT MY JOB. THEY NEVER KNEW MY NAME.

I LOVE WHAT YOU’VE DONE HERE. I CAN’T STAY.

I FOUND PERFECTION. I FOUND A CURE FOR PAIN.

I SWALLOWED TRASH. NOTHING LASTS. I THREW IT ALL AWAY.

THEY NEVER KNEW MY NAME.

MY ARMS ARE WINGS NOW. MY HOME’S A HOUSE.

MY HEAD IS SPLIT, MY BACK IS THROUGH. BAD LUCK CAN’T RUN OUT.

“CHARLIE CHAPLIN ROUTINE”

I HATE MY BODY. I HATE MY FACE.

I STUDIED UP ON HOW TO LEAVE WITHOUT A TRACE.

I DISAPPEAR.

LITTLE LIES EVERY DAY.

I’M NOT GETTING BETTER. I CAN’T STAY.

I DISAPPEAR.

THEY’LL MAKE A NEW ONE. LET’S MAKE A TOAST

TO THE PERFECT GUY AND SUNNY SKIES.

I’M A FUTURE GHOST.

I DISAPPEAR.

I CAN’T STAY.

I DISAPPEAR.

“OF COURSE YOU DO”

SING SPARROW, SING.

I KNOW YOU’RE SUFFERING.

THOSE WINGS MUST BE WORN OUT TOO.

YOU ASK ME WHY I FLY

STRAIGHT TO THE MOON.

I THOUGHT YOU KNEW. OF COURSE YOU DO.

RUN RABBIT, RUN.

YOU’VE CHASED THE SETTING SUN.

THOSE FEET MUST BE SORE AND BRUISED.

YOU WONDER WHY I RUN.

A TRICK OR THE TRUTH?

I THOUGHT YOU KNEW. OF COURSE YOU DO.

THEY’LL MAKE A NEW ONE

THAT LOOKS JUST LIKE YOU.

PERFECT STRANGERS. EMPTY BEDS.

I ALWAYS KNEW.

“I SEE YOU ARE ALSO WEARING A BLACK T-SHIRT”

WE SLEEP ON MONEY MATTRESS

COVERED IN DOLLAR BILLS.

A MODERN HOME, A FAITHFUL WIFE,

A HEAD THAT’S FILLED WITH PILLS.

NO YOU CAN’T COME INSIDE.

WE BUILT THESE WALLS SO WE COULD HIDE.

WE TRAINED OUR BODIES, LOST OUR MINDS

AND TRAINED OUR KIDS TO KILL.

TINY LITTLE MAN.

TINY LITTLE TOWN.

TINY LITTLE FOOTSTEPS/COUNTRY/LIFE

THEN A HOLE IN THE GROUND.

EMPTY HOUSES, LONELY STREETS.

ROME’S ON FIRE NOW.

RAISE THAT FLAG ONE LAST TIME

THEN BURN THIS STRIPMALL DOWN.

A CUL-DE-SAC IS A FANCY NAME

FOR A DEAD-END STREET. IT’S INSANE.

I CAN’T PRETEND IT’S GETTING BETTER.

CAN’T WE TALK ABOUT THE WEATHER

OR SOMETHING ELSE BENIGN?

CAN’T YOU SEE WE’RE CLOSING IN ON END TIMES?

“BLOODY LIKE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN”

ALL YOU DUMB FUCKERS ASLEEP ON YOUR FEET.

LIKE AN OX WHO LOVES THE PLOW YOU CRUMBLE AND REPEAT.

DON’T YOU KNOW YOU’RE DEFORMED?

ARE YOU SCARED TO GET BLOODY?

BLOODY LIKE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN.

ALL YOU BUSY BEES SO DEAD INSIDE.

YOU STAY IN YOUR PLACE. YOU WHISPER. YOU HIDE.

DON’T YOU KNOW YOU’RE DEFORMED?

ARE YOU SCARED TO GET BLOODY?

BLOODY LIKE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN.

THIS HOUSE MUST COLLAPSE.

IT’S NOT A MATTER OF COURSE. IT’S A MATTER OF FACT.

KEEP ON BUILDING A BEAUTIFUL PLACE TO DIE.

THEY WANT THE HONEY. WE WANT THE HIVE.

“I HAVE A PREPARED STATEMENT”

LET’S SEE HOW LOW I CAN GO.

I’M GOING TO SINK THIS SHIP.

DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.

EVERYONE ALREADY KNOWS.

STAND BACK. WATCH ME DROWN.

I’VE SEEN ALL I WANT TO SEE NOW.

I’VE LISTENED TO THE LIES.

LORD, I’M READY TO TAKE MY PLACE.

SMEARED OUT AGAINST THE SKY.

UNTOUCHED BY HUMAN LANGUAGE.

UNSEEN BY PRYING EYES.

SAIL OUT INTO THE DARKNESS.

I’M FINALLY ALIVE.

HEADED HOME. I HEAR THEY MISSED ME.

WHERE CITY LIGHTS JUST CAN’T SEE.

FAR AWAY FROM ENDLESS DAYS.

I’M GONE. I’M FREE.

YOU DON’T WANT TO TOUCH MY SKIN.

YOU CAN SEE THAT I’M UNCLEAN.

YES I KNOW THEY LOVE A WINNER.

YES I KNOW I CAN BE SO MEAN.

I NEVER LEARNED THE LANGUAGE.

FOREVER AN AMPUTEE.

FLOAT OUT INTO THE WATER.

I SINK. I’M GONE. I’M FREE.

“FLAG DAY”

THIS IS A GUTTER WITH A FLAG.

RATS DRESSED IN RAGS. GREAT STINKING UNCLEAN.

TRASH ON TOP OF TRASH.

PRIVILEGED JOWLS. EMPTY HEADS ACTING OBSCENE.

WHAT’S SO FUNNY CROOKED CROWN?

YOU MUST BE SICK OF THE CHASE.

STOP YOUR SMILING INSTANT HEIR.

YOU CAN’T BE TRUSTED. YOU MUST BE ERASED.

CAUGHT YOU SMILING. TEETH ON YOUR FACE.

WE’RE ALREADY GONE. WE’VE BEEN ERASED.

CAUGHT YOU SMILING. YOU FUCKING CLOWN.

IT’S GETTING LATE NOW. WE GO DOWN.

THIS IS A GUTTER WITH A FLAG.