Far Beyond Driven

I cannot take the take, your condition was nod awake. A selfish cryer, boldface liar, robbing all of what you could take in. Stabbed towards a death, a dirty smelling girl. Shit decisions, no provisions, filling veins with juice of chaos. Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag, sunken eyes, whining dog, it's times like this you should pray for never. I broke your fucking mold, then threw away the cast, new religion and new provisions, it's amazing you're alive. Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into. Erase the end dissolving, disgrace is needed more. So I mended severed ties, through flesh we cauterized the undeserving, sliming, writhin, I filled you up with watered promise. Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley fuck, angel dust, anal whore, bleeding knees, it's times like this to pray for murder. So now I've seen it all, Hell's wrath, no man has greater glory, cause now you're living through me. So I'm done with saving you, a gift unto myself, a tired savior, a wasted favor, and I'm lucky I'm alive.

A dead issure, don't wrestle with it, def ears are sleeping. A guilty bliss, so inviting (let me in), nailed to the cross. I feel you, relate you, accuse you. Wash away us all, take us with the floods. Then throughout the night, they were rapped and executed. Cold hearted world. Your language unheard of, the vast sound of tuning out. The rash of negativity you seen one sidely, burn away the day. The nervous, the drifting, the heaving. Wash away us all, take us with the floods. Then throughout the day mankind played with grenades- Cold hearted world. And at night, they might bait the pentagram, extinguishing the sun. Wash away man, take him with the floods.

Put in position to wage teenage mayhem. A common affair for the ones who are juiced, if it is weakness that grants us the power. We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world. Glass breaks/ the dimming lights/swear, heat and profane debate/ the smart ones stay on the outside while drunken heads and arms erupt- centered man swings a punch, spits a tooth, postures odd/ a punk rock escapade/five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd. We are the ones who must sport the position. Cheap beer/ trendy clicks/ lesbian love is accepted and right/shaved heads meet hair in the mix/ blending the 80's and 90's with hate. Shows on/ dates cancelled/ kicked out for reasons that seem so unfair/ skin crusts against the cops/ a foregone conclusion that's tired and beat. Ringworm, crabs and lice/ V.D. ecstasy, speed and horse/ a heaven/ of unmatched importance/ an honor of sex to be stuck by the punk. Rich homes/ with money and food/ abandoned for the bums on the street/ a lifestyle that's unexplainable/ don't try and save what is all meant to be. If it is free/ from (a) family that's seen/ you can just keep it if you must beg/ it's better instead/ you must follow the etiquette. You know when it rains you're in your bed at home. You act so real when you are alone. You better not let the mohawked crowd see. Give it five years, you'll reitre your piercings. You must admit that you mimic the weaklings.