Proud to DeathRock the 40 oz's blog: "My song lyrics (i won't bother posting the music)"

Splitting skin and the cold seeps in as the nail punctures the vein zero time like a whino on a wine run, nothing gets in my way In your face like the mask on the maker, oh the skull and bones stare of doom I don't need a note of invitation, I'm gonna burn my own way through CHORUS I CAN'T stop picking at the lesions I WON'T-sell my soul again I WANT-to tell myself I'm alright I'M NOT-but I don't mind I CAN-be cold and indifferent I CAN-be the one who's shamed I CAN-wear a thousand masks right but every one of them will look the same you will never pick my face out in the faceless crowd REPEAT I'm the super-proud dad of a brain-dead train wreck and the suicide son of a brutal rape tell me how it feels mister Victim and I'll let you take these chains Repeat chorsu

Inward and outward and over and under The ending beginning in lightning and thunder And fire and sulfer corroding your mind EATING AND ETCHING THE BACKS OF YOUR EYES And sometimes you feel like you're going to SNAP You feel like you have to just snap or you'll CRACK And your whole world's about to just fucking COLLAPSE And you sit and you stare and you scream and you SNAP C BULLETS IN YOUR HEAD, BULLETS IN YOUR HEAD H BETTER OFF DEAD, BETTER THAN THIS O BULLETS IN YOUR HEAD, BULLETS IN YOUR HEAD R END THIS EXISTANCE, THIS LIFE IS WORTHLESS U BULLETS IN YOUR HEAD, BULLETS IN YOUR HEAD S WHEN NOTHING MAKES SENSE, YOU'RE BETTER OFF DEAD BULLETS IN YOUR HEAD, BULLETS IN YOUR HEAD DEATH IS YOUR BEST BET A BULLET IN YOUR HEAD We are all DAMNED to this lifetime And we're all DOOMED to this hard line To know your WHOLE life is finite And just as COLD as your mind's eye The world just BLOWS up in your face You just can't STAND this goddamn rat race And your MIND just fucking shorts out You know NOW and there is no doubt That there just HAS to be an end now And this shit HAS to end in death now repeat chorus INWARD and OUTWARD and OVER and UNDER The END is USHERED in with FIRE and THUNDER And SULFUR and GUNSMOKE leak OUT tthrough your MIND Powderburn ETCHES the BACK of your EYES You're FINITE and FLOWING through CRACKS and SYNAPSES You're MENTALLY BLOWN from this POINTLESS EXISTANCE You KNOW in the END that we ALL end up DEAD We ALL end with BULLETS in ALL of our HEADS repeat chorus (note-I'm not suicidal, writing is simply an outlet for me, a way to vent.)

The Perfect We bared our souls and our teeth today For your love and adulation While the fawning throngs of worshippers Looked on with envy and admiration We fucked you in your back seats today For our mutual gratification And though tomorrow we will fade away For today we are cherished Because we all Want to be worshipped And we all Want to belong to this phenomenon Want to be three-day-gods and pop icons In your minds and on your t.v. screens We'll be your heros and you beauty queens And the world still fucking turns And your hearts still bleed and burn For The Perfect We raped your morals and your minds today And birthed our fetid squirming children And when the cameras came on we smiled And your hearts simply melted We watched your families and lives decay And numbed you with cathode-ray medication And when the cameras went off we grinned And watched you posture, dance, and mimic And the world still fucking turns And your hearts still fucking burn For The Perfect Because we all Want to be perfect And we all Want to belong to this phenomenon Want to be three-day-gods and pop icons For your radios and t.v. screens For the covers of your magazines On your lips and in your fantasies Our poison's in the well it seems And all you can do is sigh and dream And the world still fucking turns And your hearts still bleed and burn For The Perfect