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Could It Be?

 

Could it be I was born innately lazy?  Could it be?

Could it be I’m not too far from crazy?  Could it be?

Could it be?  Could it be? Could it be?

 

Could it be I spent all my money drinking?  Could it be?

Could it be I wasted all my time thinking?  Could it be?

Could it be?  Could it be?  Could it be?

 

Could it be I lost all luck gambling?  Could it be?

Could it be I lost all those women cheating?  Could it be?

Could it be?  Could it be?  Could it be?

 

Could it be I used all my energy sleeping?  Could it be?

Could it be I lost all my friends from lying?  Could it be?

Could it be? Could it be? Could it be?

 

Could it be I deserve this life beating?  Could it be?

Could it be I’ll ever stop the bleeding?

Could it be?  Could it be?  Could it be?

 

 

tabula rasa

 

I can’t stand humans anymore.

What the fuck are we here for?

I don’t have a social group

To compare my isolated self to.

 

Chorus

Well, the world must be destroyed.

We’ve all got to go.

I’m getting more and more annoyed.

tabula rasa the whole damn globe

 

Sifting through opinions is tedious.

All “should’s,” “ought to’s,” “got to’s” and musts

Travel pathways in my brain

And the freedom of my neurons starts to wane.

 

Even in a group of a million

You’re still alone in your mental prison.

The cage is you body and skull;
The guards and warden, the status quo.

 

The bars were erected by believers in God

And the ranters of scientific method.

Are things getting better or worse?  Yes.

Relatively speaking, it’s simultaneous.

 

Even If

 

Don’t know why you’re trying to push me around.

But I will not let you get under my skin.

I will not be coerced into trying to figure you out.

I know how to get what I want without giving in.

 

Chorus

Even if

Yu only care about yourself.

Even if

You only care about yourself.

Even if.

 

I’ve no idea if your opinion is right or wrong.

I’m mainly interested in the facts.

I’ll engage in your attempts at persuasion

But I’ll ignore any form of coercion.

 

You may have more experience than me,

And occasionally I know I’ve made a mistake.

But experience comes in degrees of quality

And I’m very clear about what’s at stake.

 

 

Democracy

 

Equality’s a myth we all live with.

We’re all the same but we’re all different.

Egalitarianism’s our paradox to deal with.

As democracy sprawls across the globe.

As democracy sprawls across the globe.

 

Some people are better than others.

But “best” depends on the context.

Better to change our definitions of morality.

It’s possible to function ethically without believing

In anything.

 

Can’t we all just share and get along?

Aren’t there enough resources for everyone?

Is it necessary to advocate competition

For our ostensibly beneficial evolution?

 

Equality’s a myth we all live with.

We’re all the same but we’re all different.

Egalitarianism’s our paradox to deal with.

As democracy sprawls across the globe, etc….

 

 

Saint Nasty

 

You’re deluded and ignorant by your own choice of will.

But being unwilling to stretch your mind never took no kind of skill.

You’re standing on thin air, but you prefer to call it solid ground;

And your dichotomizing dualisms make it all compound.

 

Chorus

If I could find the river

I’d take you there to drown.

But I can’t pull you out like a sliver

Or turn you from a saint into a clown.

 

You epitomize pretentiousness, stumbling over your own verbal assertions.

Look around you, one by one, you suffer from many desertions.

What goes before you is just as boring as what actually arrives.

They humor and patronize you to your face but when you’re gone the yawn and roll their

Eyes.

 

Ostentatious, presumptuous—you know I know when enough’s enough.

You’re limiting, constricting, rigidly engineering your image of being tough.

But salvation doesn’t save—it just makes you a new kind of slave.

So that you don’t notice that what you had wasn’t stolen—it’s what you gave.

 

 

Over You

 

I’m misunderstood, underestimated.

I ain’t no good when I get berated.

I already know I’m a piece of shit.

I don’t need you to remind of it.

You said that you loved me—but baby, that’s not true.

There’s been lots of others that treat me like you do.

You treat me like a fool.

So we’ll see who’s crying when I get

 

Over you.

 

I ain’t no good at relationships.

All my exes say I’m a son of a bitch.

My old man looks like Uncle Sam.

He says, “Hi,” when he remembers who I am.

At a fifth of Black Velvet a day

For twenty-three years the brains starts to decay.

So give me the sunshine, give me the rain,

Give me the pleasure, give me the pain.

 

I like it.

 

 

Mom

 

I guess you flew and maybe chased

From everyone—to what no one knew

And everything you faced—

With energy dissipating, ambition abating.

Taste after taste.

 

Did you care that we’d catch on?

And when did you quit trying to pretend?

Psychosis was the cover of you con.

Your soul had its own message to send.

Haste after haste.

 

Did you kill yourself or just overdose?

Either way it’s still fucking morose.

Did you know I already resented

All the life you evidently wasted?

Getting wasted.

 

When you were dying on that bathroom floor

I imagine your desire was to see me once more.

But you were just trying to get high.

(Perhaps) hoping against hope you wouldn’t die.

What a fucked up life.

 

You represent the state of human epistemology.

Our knowledge isn’t limited it cursory,

Yet we convince ourselves we really understand.

Like you convinced us that you might land

On your feet again.

 

 

I Wanna Live

 

I’ve been thinking it over

And I know just what to do

I’ve been thinking it over

And I know I just can’t trust myself

’Cause I’m a gypsy prince

Covered with diamonds and jewels
But then my lover exposes me

And I know I’m just a damn fool

I give what I’ve got to give, I give what I need to live
I give what I’ve got to give, it’s important if I wanna live
I wanna live I want to live my life
I wanna live I want to live my life

As I load my pistol

Of fine German steel

I never thought I’d be so down and out

Having my last meal

But I know I can do it

It just took a few years
As I execute my killers

The morning is near

I give what I’ve got to give, I give what I need to live
I give what I’ve got to give, it’s important if I wanna live
I wanna live I want to live my life
I wanna live I want to live my life

 

 

I Can Take It

 

I can take it if you tell me all those things you think I don’t want to hear.

I ain’t sad; I ain’t lonely.  I’ve got me, my guitar, and my beer.

So, I can take it if you make it clear those things you think I can’t take to hear.

Things they ain’t as bad as you would like them to appear.

 

Chorus

I got me, got my guitar, got my beer.

So I can take it if you tell me and I promise, I won’t shed a tear

 

Friends they stop by, and the say, “Hi,” and sometimes they’ll mention you.

But I’ll remind them it’s forever, keep my silence, and recommend they do to.

‘Cause all those comments and things you said are constant reruns in my head.

But I will get by, conquer my thoughts, even thought I still see red.

 

 

Just Deserts

 

I was away on a trip when I heard.

I must admit I was still surprised,

Even though existence is absurd,

Not to mention the way it’s comprised.

 

You always had such a good plan,

All the details taken care of.

I always had to be such a man,

Even at the expense of our love.

 

Chorus

You deserve all that you got.

Every last bit, part and drop.

But I deserve something too,

And the only one who knows what it is,

Is you.

 

Some days I just can’t wake up.

Some nights I just can’t sleep.

Things either constantly interrupt,

Or just aren’t stimulating.

 

When you get past all the delusions,

Sometimes hundred of layers deep,

You eventually get to the substance

And moments of clarity.

 

 

Beyond the Brink

 

Don’t waste your time trying to tell me what you think.

I already know just how low you’ll sink.

I really don’t care who’s right or wrong.

I’ll just be glad to see that you’re gone.

 

I won’t crumble under your puerile strategies,

Or defer to your deluded tendencies.

I don’t care what you think.

I’ve been pushed beyond the brink.

 

If there’s a god I can’t believe it allowed your birth.

Your presence is a vile stain on this earth.

I really don’t care who’s right or wrong.

I’ll just be glad to see that you’re gone.

 

With rage in your eyes and anger in you face

Your spit flies with lies attempting to disrupt my grace.

But I don’t care that you exist.

Still, I’m at a loss as to why I persist in light of this.

I really don’t care who’s right or wrong.

I’ll just be glad to see that you’re gone.

That you’re gone.

 

Won’t Hesitate

 

It’s time to become the one who’s feared.

Instead of being the one who fears.

Go to hell if you think that makes me weird.

It’s just that I’ve been scared too many years.

 

Your rights are only as good as your ability to make sure they don’t interfere with mine.

 

So if you even hint at fucking with me

I’ll provide you with a reason to contemplate

Just how much you value living

When compared to the fact that I won’t hesitate!

 

My rights are only as good as my ability to make sure they don’t interfere with yours.

 

Won’t hesitate to defend myself, even if killing you is what it takes.

I’ll hurt you or destroy you if need be!  Won’t hesitate.

 

What Gives?

 

I always feel like I’m on the outside looking in:

Relegated to the fringe.

In whatever group I happen to find myself in, I feel I don’t belong.

I’m tired of trying to fit in.

 

Chorus

Don’t think I’m a creep, I know I’m not a creep.

So, what gives?

 

Now I’m on the inside; I’m looking out.

But I can’t remember what happened?

Did I rip your heart out or did you rip out mine?

Why can’t I remember what went on?

 

(Why won’t you let me in?  You can go fuck yourselves.)