Electric Lies
Sore testicles
isopropyl never dried
pan to the head
thank the splatter web
for the psychosis of this muse
vopour transmission
liars for friends
come one come all
come again
double fudged sunday
Electric lies
how was i to know the chemistry underneath all the stains
why should i bother to try
all of their unsolicited advice never once worked out right
online cult
what mask do you hide behind
wooly wolf at the hairdressers begins to sweat
waiting in line
one by one
taking my power back
a tactic of blind leading the blind
Devil's massage called exercise
routines to look good
but why should i try?
thankless for all your advice
the headaches for the consumption of vapours
realisation of liars for friends
future lovers ill dignified
nevermind what chemical counteracts with what substance
to throw it all down the drain
waste all your money on necisary tools
to wash the opiates your after down the drain
to chase the goose chase of a dollar
doesnt matter where it started
i did everything they told me
sparkled and shined
removed the love
tore it out
perfect lies
to sell the perfect drug
chemical warfare solved
with the perfect lie
of chemistry not physics
waste of time and money
just to make more
try it out on me first
life in danger
heir to the throne
to error is human
chemical warfare
dangerzone
Electric lies of your champagne
superstitious voodoo
of the astral plane
couldnt speak up
or point you in the wrong way
back breaking tear jerker
cult of bad advice
devil's massage
why bother to exercise
broken nose
hair falling out
schitso effective paranoia
mood disorder all your fault
took your advice of how to walk this tight rope
told you i was new to this
like lifting a curse of watching the trainwreck
for the april fool of me you were involved
broken hearted on the bridge of medicine
i dont care at all
testicles in the shape of my heart
they throb and throb
this type of rain
never stops
back breaking pain
from your routine of exercise
i don't trust you
don't understand you
your utopia of heavens you sold me
was an insult
your consequence for laughing
is a joke you will never live to tell
for the dead men walking with bloated bellies soar
self sufficient
at running in tight circles of familiar mistakes
push the same envelope in similar circles
the same pain to repeat
the same reason
the same lesson
same scape goat
same angel falls
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010
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