here, in the worst, i will become the best of them all





in the closest alley
in the first doorway
he pushed up against her
and closed his eyes
he said "this is probably the worst decision that i've ever made"
she laughed and smiled
she said "i'm sure you do this all the time right?"



YOU CAN BE ALMOST ANYTHING WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES

dear shithead,
this isn't happening
the sky is really falling
the paint's all made of lead
there's asbestos in the walls
hell's coming to rip off the doors
to your priviledged heaven
do you want to love and feel it?
you can look but you can't taste it
you can reach but you'll never have it
we are untouchable
untouchable is something to be



everything you thought that it would be
everything you thought you were living for is completely fucked
this is no place to be
if we don't get out of here right now
we're just gonna end up drunk, fucking,
and fighting and working machines
if i have another cigarette
if i drink another beer
sit quiet another time when i should've said
"oh, this is too much
there are things I never wanted to be"
this ship has sprung a leak
and i'll be damned if I'm going down with it
still breathing at any cost

last night,
a room full, drunk,
sang along to the songs i never had
the courage to write.

Here nothing grows. Here nothing lives. Do you dream of the future or do you live in the past? Are you out for humanity or a gender, race, or class? Are you dilligently fighting with the movement, or fighting the blind cause? If you were given freedom would that be an end? If you were given the means would you use them to your benefit?

Could you survive in this world without your fucking technology? Your conveniences that have cowardly carved a brilliant way of life, dependent on oppression of the way of nature. Pollute the environment for a cheap fix of flexing useless capabilities. All in the name of what? Our arrogance, this need for dominance. Well I am not so blind.

Despite our belief we are not the greatest species in existence. We are not the missing link, this is not advancement, the truth remains the same. As we push forward searching for our destiny, which we know damn well is death, I sing a song in desperation for the dying, those who could all be helped so easily. Those who fill your fucking plate. All in the name of what? Our arrogance, this need for dominance. Well I am not so blind.



if you'd told me about all this when i was fifteen,
i never would have believed it.



everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world
and this was where they always belonged
we would dance like no one was watching
with one fist in the air



this kind of dignity doesn't come easy
but you'll never find it for sale