God is the Warmest Place to Hide
Let’s set our neighbors on fire
How are we supposed to let our little lights shine?
Let’s hang our neighbors out to dry
How are we supposed to build that city on a hill?
I’m so glad we’ve got our priorities sorted.
Taking the piss on where people piss.
Thwarted the risk by assuming the worst.
So glad.
This is the power of privilege in action.
Blinded by white
Blinded by might
The first shall be first
The last shall be cursed.
So damn happy we’re getting our way
By trampling on those who get in our way.
Get in our way?
No trouble here / stay out of our way.
Stay away.
Who needs that wall?
When the one in your heart’s been there for years?
We’ve been bled for days
We’ve been bled for pay
You’ve led us all astray
You’ve kept it all at bay.
We’ve been bled for years
We’ve been bled through fears
You’ve led astray, more and more
All for a promise on yonder shore
Ironclad trust
in what makes this threat eternal
Inspired by rust
brought on by years of abuse
You dare to mock
Dare to judge the meek and the lowly
Cut out your tongue
lest you are able to speak
illness and death to the ones who seek you
But this time, this time we fight
Crush your head under our heels
Oh and this time, this time we resist
You’re not the only one who can shed your skin
Find out what we are
and remember what we’ve done
Drawn to our wrongs like moths to a sun
Just as quickly burned out
Just as quickly burned away
The Hypocrisy in You is the Hypocrisy in Me
I
am
sorry
Moments incomplete
Voices compete
Moment’s defeat
Undo/redo repeat
Moments incomplete
Voices compete
Moment’s defeat
Undo/redo repeat
My mind’s overflowing and fraught
Can’t think and therefore I’m not
My thoughts twist against me at every turn and every drop of the hat
brings me closer and closer to death
Knell to the powers of the air
Hold your breath…
Never finished, always undone
Horizon diminished, forever on the run
I’d be a good man
If only someone would shoot me every minute of my life
Can’t think and therefore I’m not
I’m not home in my own skull
Black Kite Broadcasts
T(h)rash Panda (by Not Yeti)
Trash Panda!
Eat the garbage!
Uterine (by Territorial Pissants)
When in the course of human events,
It becomes necessary to throw in the towel,
Be sure, by all means available,
To make it as painful as possible.
We hold these truths to be self-evident:
That all women are created inferior
That they have been denied all rights for centuries
And that we would rather die than cede any ground to them or their kind.
Their ills and evils are far too numerous to enumerate
But clearly we are in the right, a God-given gift to rule and regulate.
And in the event that we can’t control the future, we will take our balls and go home.
Swing low, bittersweet chariot.
Take me to where I belong,
To a house of my own ruin.
17 Years Too Late (by Palmer Eldritch’s Oath)
When we had the chance we didn’t take the chance
Now chance has taken all of us and cast us out!
Sifted, shafted, racked, and trampled on the threshing floor
This soap opera played out on the world’s pathetic stage
Our cast of viewers and creators won’t be disappointed by this cliffhanger!
The signs were written on hands of those we ransacked with no second glance
Their backs our books to write the conquests in lovely bloody cursive
All the better to wall up inside
bunkers of lies and stone.
Our time is past, our books burning the engines of the world to come.
SXSG (by Moss and the Cowpunchers)
Lives ripped apart by the dollar almighty
Those who think of nothing
But grasping for power
Families torn limb from limb
The shade of their respite
marred by the din
Till my voice goes hoarse
Till my cords go numb
When with my last breath
I choose to pray or curse
Still then will I yell with all that’s within
Of their names and the cruel force of men
HWY 666 (by The Fear and Loathings)
We’ve been burning up these frozen roads for thousands of years
The wasted potential of our species ringing in our ears
This place has given all we needed and more
Why not trash it? Bury the goods in spittle, sinews, and skin of our foes
If we can’t have this world forever
Torch it so no one can
It’s been ours to abuse
We’ve got the end dialed in
Let’s just kick it and cruise
We could have changed the fall
Sacrificed for the good of all
Who could have come after us
But wolfish we’ve been
Devouring our young with darkest grin
If we can’t have this world forever
Torch it so no one can
The Sublime Pungence of Drumpf (by Meat Disguise)
Unintelligible
(much like the 45th president of the United States of America)
Exquisitely Dressed, and Caked in Blood (by Terry Falspell)
I tried
I tried to stem the tide
I tried to turn aside the unending plight of our modern times
Who could have known?
What could have shown how far gone?
Empty begets empty
And fear unfettered ran rampant
They shied
They shied away from the truth
They shied away from what could have saved us and our kind
We died
We died in vain from the toll
We died for a right to live and kill, the bloodlust of a death cult
Toxic Waste Buzzkill (by Splat Robertson)
Cornhole gluten-free small batch authentic normcore
put a bird on it. 3 wolf moon lo-fi
Blue Bottle fap
you probably haven’t heard of them,
raw denim readymade kale chips
farm-to-table disrupt
kitsch Tumblr shabby chic Williamsburg
The beginning incontinences a solar leg
When will the virgin swallow inside the eminent young?
An inefficient insect screens the horizon underneath a spiffy rectangular Does the farm dictate the lyric shape?
An optional angle detaches the cable from which it descends
The under symbol undresses the unfathomable tissue
A wreck of the hysterical and a hysterectomy of wreckage untold Rainbows of verdant black
Tornadoes of Puget Sound
All gathered as one beneath the hounding downfall.
On Fire at the Urinal (by H.R. Giger Counter)
Trouble, trouble at the newspaper stand
Where once stood a proud tradition
A dying breed now and a broken condition
Of reality-based fiction
We’ve led the assault of doubt for so long
The compass spins off its axis
Asking us “How long can you navigate with no stars?”
How can we survive if even our eyes are not to be trusted?
Lids completely rusted
By self-made deceit
Apathy will be our inheritance
Disbelief hits with vengeance.
Hooray! They’re Dead (by Crackling Graham Cracker)
Where, o where did we go wrong?
We lied to ourselves for oh so long
A hope promised to shaming curse
Love’s fruit poisoned by the naked purse
Where, o where did we go wrong?
Borne on the waves of hatred’s song
Those we loved were our fears at first
Embraced by corpses set to burst
We’ve become the worst of all we have
This good news soured the healing salve
On the altar of the gods coerced
Our ancient truths long fell dead rehearsed