I filed a thirty page legal bill of complaint
about some things that aren't right. They certainly ain't.
I bought dehydrated water for a buck thirty-five -
how could a gentleman think to contrive
to sell me this product...without any instruction
(resulting in my home's near total destruction).
When I used too much water, it created a flood.
It flowed out of my house and turned into mud!
The losing team is so offensive
The terrible lose was so expensive
Depression hits and it's so intensive
No comfort is accepted form even the attentive
The days of worry maybe extensive
We cannot see it from another perspective
How did the unpopular get so deceptive
When and where was his language so persuasive
How can so many fall for the illusive
Was any part of the conscious inquisitive
The time has past to be aggressive
We must resist and not be submissive
Do you know what burns my ass, my friends
A three foot high flame, setting fire to my Depends
Thought they were fire resistant
Guess mine were a defective shipment
Panic set in as the flames did ascend
Why would you cross the line
Why wouldn't you take your time
Take a look at this stick
Turning around your heels
Soon it will make its prick
Right deep inside your skin
Swiftly... Oh, but slowly.
It should hurt you badly
We're falling to the pith now
Together, let's hit the ground.
Now we're scattered cause we're broken
No more chances, our hearts' open
I am done
You are gone
But bottomline,
It's a good fight
We're the only thing we made right
Have we lost?
Have we lost?
Point me just beside you
I wanna stay with you
Cause I should've told you
It's leading me to you
Though my hands can't reach you
Why, I adore you...
I brought my bones discord
For when I said the words-
And plead for your attention,
I've lost the right direction.
Like you feel the pinch throb
then consider procedure
Weighing the circumstances
Calculating the outcomes
But the plight beats
driven the wrong way...
You know not to
but then continue and finish
Then stop then restart
and continue and not finish.
Open endings are so...
What the pageant loses sight of
and the world claims to die of
What we provoke isn't enough
What we approach loses touch.
As lit flames cease to ignite
Our boiling point rises from the inside
and pressured rage exits to the outside
Which leaves us unable to administer regimentation
and then...
From my perspective
You're not objective
Being more selective
Would be more effective
where'd I get this mirror?
so surely poorly made
distorted images look back
of an image about to fade
into the obscurity of old age
that ain't me, as well I know it
the mirror's attempt to obfuscate
and put that other person there
one who's looks I surely hate
believing there is something different
fighting off indifferent moments
never one to truly conform
always seemed outside the norm
nothing seems to be going right
awake in dreams all day and night
like a puppet on a string
you tried to play with me
with every devious , unmoral thought
I know exactly who I fought
the natural flow can seem out of sync
your bondage chains connecting links
mental games and mental wars
influence the crack of emotional trap doors
your playing field for girls and boys
just one of the devils defective toys
violence and hatred , death and disease
emptiness hungers , suffering for peace
internal battles rage , just another ploy
being one of the devils , defective toys
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