REALICIDE YOUTH RECORDS

Robert Inhuman

Lyrics 2007

 

 

* PROMISE (CITY OF POISON) (Realicide)

I could love you without trying to

that's how I know it's for real and that is what I’m afraid of

impossible moments going through my fingers

the tighter I grip, all it is is my fingers on my palm though

 

“get out of bed - take off your clothes - I'm so tired - I'm so tired”

 

"promised"

I promised

she don't speak to me no more

assurance is shit - promises and shit

like I was special?

 

no trust

I’m so tired

this summer find me remembering that deathly coldness of last winter

 

I wish we'd married

I want so terminally

and still sometimes I can't think

my life - like a coma or I’ll die

 

words fail, body fails, my thoughts fail

opened up and filled with poison

cradled in my coma in this city of poison

 

there is nothing behind the face on my head

I am a wind-up toy and my decisions are mechanical

who did you think I was - who did I think I was

 

cradled in my coma in this city of poison

 

 

 

* LIFELONG EXIT 6/03/07 (Realicide live 2007)

 

life hits me fast but what do I mean

is this all, seems like nothing to me

I am bored while getting murdered

I try not to feel this way but I feel like I’m asleep

 

sometimes I feel like ain't no other way but this pain

find that bed to be my body bag when I’m afraid to be awake

when I’m awake yeah feel like shit

but when I’m half dead I can deal with it

feel like living is bullshit

life - that fucking tar pit yeah

is it worth it? is it fucking worth it?

she had told me "risk it for a worth despite the pain

cos pain is automatic anyway."

 

every day I think about dying

say hello and watch the agony of existing swallow me

your timing, like you'd know

fuck it but I'm still thinking of you all the time

 

my hands are open

my hands are empty

beyond patient

sometimes I swear I got nothing

cept some knives in my back

and a gun around the corner

looking for my head and it's always

just 5 minutes

then I’m dead

and I can swear one thing

you know I was looking

at least I was searching

 

my missing piece, precious beautiful

 

I want to die but I can't take action

I want to die and I'm waiting

my whole life, now more than ever

I am waiting.

 

 

 

* WAKING FROM THAT FINAL DREAM

 

I see you trying to speak to me but I hear nothing.

I feel like I am alone and laying down silently.

I can't sleep and I will not eat to save my life.

all I do is sleep, and wish myself into a coma

 

time races across my flesh

tearing and flawing and claiming it, stolen away

but my mind slows to a stop,

immersed in only a merky and stagnant dream

which appears like my one true face

but also somehow so alien and on-guard

 

I dream of tender puncturing.

I dream of the dark like never before.

and I dream of a figure I feared and would not look towards as a child.

 

in my precious dream,

knowing the release and weight lifted from a crippled body,

the knowing of being over.

 

hanging on with raw skeletal knuckes

hanging on but not certain why

hanging lifeless by a suffocating hope

aching and rotting for a final splinter of life

 

pain; sickness; endlessly tired; lost; stay

away from me; this is failed; let go; get away.

 

 

 

* MY HATEFUL LOVER

 

if I listen to it I will die

if I look at it I will be irreparably crippled

each day of my life is a blossoming love letter you will never read.

until you die, nothing changes.

 

when I was thirteen how could I know what a downward spiral was

bruised genitals alone awake but paralyzed

depression flows through me like oxygen

and you are the role of nothing but an intruder

my mind a holding cell, a jail

my optimistic front minute to minute, a jail

 

tonight I wed my beloved loneliness

star-crossed, sidereal, faithful

devils clogging all light

and strangled so intently and inevitably

by the next winter

my days are certainly numbered, not only numbed

 

I used to clean my wounds with your eyes

but now my home itself is a perpetual wound

I leave the knives in me

 

and you memory of me will be the knife turning in your guts forever

 

 

 

* BRICKWALL HARDCORE 02/14/07 (Realicide live 2007, “The Shit Punks Hate”)

 

microphone bruises

 

I feel like I'm drowning

I count each minute

deadline time's up black exit let's go

 

I can't take this world no more

I never liked games, I feel it swallowing me

tear at digest me every minute, electronic cage

each word and touch pierces my clothing and skin

 

companionship is the gun at the back of my head

companionship is a bleeding cut on my body while I give her head

companionship is the taperecorded glass breaking and marrying my skin

I can't stand being alone with my thoughts but when I'm with you I know I'm just wasting them

 

every time stuck in a pit

thinking I wish this was REAL CIDE

then immediately thinking I wish real cide was something else

 

didn't you hear me gasping?

did you wonder what the fuck I'm trying to breathe in!!!

scraping and clutching like I'm gonna radiate an exit

like I'm gonna be a doorway

 

lord look at me drowning in my thoughts and brickwall hardcore

look at me as that junkie for more

or that shell starved dry or

that demented fiend - forgot what I was hoping for

 

every day is all night

even when I'm sleeping, caked in the friction of my mind

I dreamed of a kid stabbing another kid like an assassin

am I an assassin or did I just get stabbed

 

plague in my head

terminal - echoing continuously

crippled decisions drunk on isolation

plague dragging my legs every step I try and make

invading my guts with every breath I try and take

 

repossessed

replaced

renamed

erased

I found out anything can be erased

and I'm scanning for betrayal on my best friend's face

 

you'd bite my face when I lean to kiss you

 

 

 

* 01/20/07 DEATHBOMB (Realicide)

 

like drinking water

I've always been a punk rock reject

outcast among misfits - where the fuck don't they fit in?

it felt like drinking water!

I'm not a raver I'm a fucking reject

mixtapes of redundant rock n roll shitheads

- you told me hardcore was about being different?

 

DEATHBOMB

 

"free expression not retro fashion"

I screamed that shit while getting stabbed in the back

by the culture who told me to be myself

but I called their bluff and I'm gonna attack

 

DEATHBOMB

 

like drinking water

I've always been a punk rock reject

and if there ain't no risk then why the fuck are they after it?

real cide real death - change and reclaim

fucking hell with comfort and gonna take back that shit mane

 

DEATHBOMB

 

you lied to me when you said this was for me

you lied when you told me that hardcore was free speech

you had a labyrinth of rules set up to break me

you never had no interest in knowing my name

I'm fucking inhuman when I grip that fucking mic

and I know you hate gabber that's how I know I am alright

cos you're scum and you may have taught me about spikes, studs, and a circle A

but this is death bomb and this shit is for today.

 

 

 

* THE AUDIENCE SUCKS 6/04/07 (Realicide)

 

what're you afraid of - afraid of human touch

outside of shit you seen in a movie

illusion is a virus out your mouth or on that screen

what do you boil down to - not fucking much

 

the audience sucks

 

I didn't see you at the show

no shit I knew you wouldn't go

you'd rather worship something on a stage

don't you ever feel like you need a change

and share in something instead of just pay

how old are you and still ain't got no name

I mean what the fuck

so watch me kick you off your fucking crutch

 

the audience sucks

when did you trade your name for a ticket

the audience sucks

did you ever have a name to call your own

 

why not?

 

who are you there I can't see you in the dark

afraid of what a world of cowards thinks of you

when they see you say "fuck this" and decide to take charge

you'll expose them for the fiction they always were

 

the audience sucks

if that's all they want to be

you fucking suck

when you leave every word and action up to me

 

why did you come here

what did you want

what will you offer

yeah what the fuck have you got

 

 

 

* 01/21/07 OPEN EYES (Realicide live 2007)

 

I'm up all night every night

just to be alone I'll get my head together

and I look like shit outta fuckin "I ZOMBIE"

wonder will it be this way forever

 

my life - I thought if I concentrated

my life - but where is that taking me

I'm cold - to everyone who is close to me

I try - but have I been lying when I look at my self

 

what did I say I'll reach out to you?

what did I mean by that? I'll lift you up?

what do I got in me - to offer my self

fuck it what can I offer someone besides myself one time!

 

without first thinking about what will come back to directly benefit me

 

my life - I thought if I concentrated

my life - but where is that taking me

I'm cold - to everybody who is close to me

I try - but have I been lying when I look at my self

 

what did I want - I always know

what I want - when I can't have

what I want - the easy way yeah

but watch this one time find out what I need

 

I'll find out what I need

when I look at my self

with open eyes - this time

 

 

 

* DELIVERANCE (NOW OR NEVER) 10/20/07 (Realicide live 2007)

 

there are kids who need this - NOW

but you don't seem to give a shit

spend your time fucking around - WHY

when those same kids drop dead are you ready to live with it?

 

they know these words

they've known for a long time

this urgency a way of every step and breath

it's not only yours - and it ain't only mine

 

hear about kids who are dying - NOW

their faces are emaciated and their lives muted

by a culture that couldn't deliver its shit on time

 

WHY

 

we've got the means

we've been given the moment to act

make it immediate

cos I can't live with a conscience flanked with death

 

we don't have forever

so it's do or die

so can you decide not to lie

decide now cos the only alternative is never

 

 

 

* I'M NOT A FUCKING DJ (Realicide)

 

NO I'm not a fucking DJ

paid in cash and sex and cheap laughs- fuck you

I'd rather be an electronic Crass

use my body like a knife and fucking slash

cos that's the only way I know how to dance

 

I'm not a fucking DJ

 

you look like a fucking zwinky

I'd rather look like I ain't got shit

cept some conviction in these chipped teeth

and I'm gonna fucking spit

 

my voice - my name

I am more than a buzzword

try to commodify me

you'll be sorry and I won't get paid

cos I'm not a fucking DJ

 

 

 

* HEAD PERFECT 2/22/07 (Realicide)

 

world looking like one big TV commercial

and I tighten my focus on death

privacy stripped away layer by layer

technology offers you my voice while disguising it

gives me a face while masking it

closer and closer

ironic by adding veils

 

I’m running faster

the world so intimate yet distant

running faster

but which way

 

and when I’m in a corner

I tighten my focus on death

backup plan

red button

excuse to escape

 

 

 

* 10/16/07

I feel stupid and pointless. How can I have a worth to you when there is no hesitation to call a game what it is - pointless. That is the way to live but also I realize my own worthlessness. I am fleeting and infrequent; terminally momentary. What can I offer; you don't fall back on art as a distraction - how can you live like that? I want to live like that. I want to be forward and focused and not just pretend to have a point and function. But I feel trapped in a cultural separation, like I don't have it in me to be a fixture in the same world as you; just a brief glimpse; enough time to feel admiration and respect, to be impressed and curious, to notice you are beautiful in the ways that really matter to me, but no time to mention any of these things at all. You know though, every time I see you you're more beautiful to me.

 

 

 

* STARVING 09/30/07

 

jealous? fuck yes I'm desperately jealous

you make me sick

as I dread going to sleep alone

one more year that never was

pass me by, it's my strict way of life

 

 

 

* YOU MADE YOUR CHOICE

 

614 stop fucking calling me

614 in the middle of the night

614 I told you I wish you were dead

614 stay the fuck out of my life

 

"and your memory of me will be the knife turning in your guts forever"

 

I don't want to know you're alive.

You'll never be a friend of mine

you crossed a fucking line

deranged daydream of murdering you

 

but I know I'll still fucking dream about you tonight

614 218 8587

my enemy, my devil inside my bitter crippled head

 

 

 

"some of them want to abuse you,

some of them want to be abused"

 

02/06/07

Today I went down on a girl who was biting and scratching me while watching "The Price Is Right" and arrogantly making racist comments about any black people appearing on the show. She came hard. But I don't even like her; aroused by being dominated and distressed and yeah it also turned out she's fucking racist too. If I can get off some pseudo-nazi abercrombie raver watching TV while being beaten up, on the first attempt within a few minutes, I feel like I can get most people off. I'm pretty sure life is supposed to get a lot better than this though.

 

 

 

* 01/19/07 DISTANCE (“No Grip On Tomorrow”)

 

she said "you can do whatever you want to do to me"

then she layed there like a fleshy doll, like a dead body

she ain't got no passion and she didn't even open her eyes

hey my teenage raver empty lover why would I wanna fuck you?

fuck you like I'm killing time?

 

do you want to live and die together

...a faceless swarm ...a nameless whore

 

nah but when I got a gun stuck up into my face

there was a girl who wouldn't wanna go on without me

time goes by and that changed

but I got a taste of what it means to really have somebody

 

she said "if he shot you dead I wouldn't want to live either"

time goes by and that went away

but I got a taste of what it means to ache for forever

 

prove it by touching me liar

do you want to live and die together

or do you wanna go numb, fucked by a faceless swarm

 

prove it by touching me liar

do you want to live and die together

or do you wanna go numb, fucked by a nameless whore

 

 

 

* KILL THE SOUNDMAN 6/09/07

 

I am about to

kill the sound man

"don't touch that dial we'll be back after this"

what the fuck are we paying you for

so again you wanna rob me

try robbing your own fucking body from the hospital

 

 

 

* NOBODY OWES YOU

 

I don't want to hate you

but you make it fucking hard not to

bullshit sob story attitude

as if every stranger fucking owes you

 

you look at me and target me

assume I've got the money you want

and don't even say the word "need"

cos you already bought yourself a beer

 

I don't owe you shit

and your pathetic hustle makes me sick

I said I don't owe you shit

so learn to fucking deal with it

 

you're not even hungry

and you're already drunk

do I look like I got money?

do I look like a fucking chump?

 

I don't owe you shit

and your pathetic hustle makes me sick

I said I don't owe you shit

so learn to fucking deal with it

 

 

 

* ROADSIDE BOMB (Realicide)

 

roadside bomb muggafukka

talk about the end of your life

high on strife

 

 

 

* NOT ENOUGH

 

it's not enough to just not kill yourself

 

 

 

* RABBIT ON GRAVEL

 

a speck of life atop vast cold alien death

 

 

 

* LOS ANGELES 12/17/07

 

punch me in my chipped teeth

I feel good as fuck tonight

got a destination and a dare to set shit right

 

you know I thought I'd be dead

I remember when I thought I was

but I got a reason and a energy straight ahead

gonna be homeless but I got no pain just cos

 

I'm coming to LA and I'm gonna see you there alright

my body is a bullet no matter what the fuck I look like

got a destination and the heart to hate where I've been

I'm coming to LA and I don't care what happens

 

 

 

* NARCISSISM 12/31/07

 

you used to go against the grain

but this year in the city of poison shit all seems the same

 

narcissism - procrastination - hypocritical

joke about it til the joke's on you

narcissism - procrastination - hypocritical

joke about it til yr just a joke

 

I always knew this city was poison

spent 6 years studying a dead end (this is my thesis)

but even my friends are infected and worthless

filled up with hate and addicted to sarcasm

 

ASSIMILATED!!!

 

being political don't mean shit except

stopping to show compassion for a life other than your own

and being in a band is fucking worthless

if instead of serving others you just act like you're owed

 

yo! you're a narcissistic asshole!

 

narcissism - procrastination - hypocritical

joke about it til the joke's on you

narcissism - procrastination - hypocritical

joke about it til yr just a joke…

 

The “scene” movement is nothing besides a complete embrace of consumerist vices and a fiendishly blind eye turned to the horrors dominating our world today. Irresponsibility, impatience favoring the self, total narcissism fueling skin-deep flattery, these are the precise qualities I’ve always despised in our species, and they are the door left swinging wide open for any number of fascist authorities just like in so many other instances in civilization’s fucking history. Don’t tell me to lighten up, cos I got the nerve to at least admit the moments when there’s blood on my hands. Can you tell the truth or will you clutch and die within that shield of snide cynicism?

 

 

 

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