Occam's Razor

My life is complex
like the inner workings of a ticking clock
so much time and effort put into an entity
sometimes I wonder what i'm made of

and i'll always need help
because life's to hard to go it alone
and maybe that's a flaw in your eyes
i just wish my instinct to stay alive was stronger

suicidal, no
accepting death, yes
but it's never enough

Sun Rays

The trees are a nice shade of green
front yards in surburia, so comforting
and the summer heat is at my toes telling me
"you need to go, pack your bags and go!"

when the sun speaks it speaks in heat
the hotter it gets, the more conversation we're in
and the girls are wearing less
and the boys are anticipating what comes next

we all shout the same tired songs
because most of us are content with the mess we're in
and it's alright, i've come to learn to bask in ignorance
until the cold winter breeze comes back to haunt us

we're ready for car rides
long cigarettes that never end
but is that all we're content with?

sometimes i beg the sun for more
sometimes i tell the sun the only secrets i know
and when it goes down, it won't tell a soul
it'll never tell a soul

The Human Concept

I am only human
I am only a man
Flesh and bones
Heart and soles

Plagued by the american condition
always force feeding made up religions
i live day to day because if i thought of the future
i'd collapse under the weight of my comprehension
I'd collapse under the weight of the world

and i heard talking is for functioning people
but i'd always rather stay silent and not say a word
because nothing good ever comes out and if it does
it's flooded with bad intentions
and i can't blame everyone all the time
and life isn't fair all the time

so if god has time
shine your grace on me
take a lightning bolt
and set me fucking free

Slipping Into A Coma

i can run around this whole world
but i've still only seen what is before me
and if i sleep i can dream endless mountains
and love incarnate will brush my skin against hers
and it's all i need to lay my restless brain to sleep

it's not always a dream in my head
i have nightmares that infiltrate my body and soul
infecting it with horrors and wrong desires
and when i turn off the lights
i hope to someone i don't leave this world
and come back a different man

change is a constant in life
without change there is no progress
tradition isn't wrong
but it certainly isn't right
if it's destroying what little of you
you have left

i'd much rather stay than go
i'd always rather run than hide
and if i am to die before i wake
know that i loved with a broken heart
with broken thoughts that will linger forever in the dark

This Is For You

I guess I can never ever tell you when the waves will crash on the shore
or how the hours go by slower when we're driving at 84
But I guess it might suffice if you admit to your problem


Stop and think before you speak
it's a quality everyone should heed
before you step on all the hands
that got you to your feet

I know people can be pathetic with their lives
but can't you see that we care more than they ever will

you're not impressing me anymore
and so you've on to bigger crowds in your head
like the world isn't enough at times

when you forget the ones you have
you'll have nothing left
and to some that's already death

please remember my words
maybe they'll save you from this

In Their Eyes

you're all stuck in the same rut
we've been stuck in since our grandfathers grandfather
were alive, alive, alive

the false reality of what we need to do
get a "real" job, make loads of money
to keep you safe and secure for the rest of your pathetic life

this is success in the eyes that want you to fail
this is success in the eyes that need you to fail

because the system is fucked
and yes, we're shit out of luck
and i've asked so many times
what have we done?
but we continue to support this false lifestyle

we continue to support the only way we've ever known
so of course, we can't turn back, this is a one way trip
no point in coming back, because we'll die if we do

well who said dying was the end
i don't want heaven
and i don't care about hell
i'd love to float endlessly through space

my end, is not your end, but we all end in different ways
words become dribble, thinking is what keeps us alive
my end, can be your end, but we all end in different days

america is telling you what to do with your life
have you forgotten to think for yourself?
have you forgotten to exist for yourself?

I wouldn't be the least bit surprised.

Like Dying In Quicksand

Time is unmerciful
my minds not capable of processing
this modern age where dead beliefs
and age old faith replace thinking with tradition

have we not accepted rationality?
i understand fantasy is much better than reality
but when will you admit that there's a difference

it's comforting to get lost in an illusion
but when the smoke clears, all you have is what's real
and maybe that is what you feel
but we've all learned back when we were young
feelings decieve, our hearts is sometimes our enemy


this you cannot deny

who we are, why we are here
are questions we answer for ourselves
god, faith, religion,
have no place in these decisions.


excito sursum