Brick Unit

The gallows on a grey world with their snarled weeping widows and willows
A pain of the badlands in my head like the mercy and justice absent from them all
To do a line of black dahlia rose ashes
Next to your meal of whatever cheap fast food you can grab
The apartment heat is always high yet you feel so cold
The alcoholics down the hall just won't quiet on this morning
So you wish them a suffering end like the flies that drop dead from chemicals on your wall
You're yearning to drink its been so many months and your occasional smoking is giving
Looking out the windows at the street below
Only to look back at some screen or book
The distortions from your radio make you want to vomit
But you have to level yourself
After all you live alone and if you should fall and die
No one may find you till there hardly any flesh on your bones
I watch the street preacher preach his sermon on the corner below
Talking about how this is some country of god and how we must change our ways
The same man comes from a line of moonshine and a special kind of inbred
There's no place for either of us in this city
I'm the problems he's addressing
And in turn he's another person who's a problem for me
There is no way of putting guilt and trial into the ways of living
If that's one thing I've seen from observing and being alone
I think I'd like to earn some more

Not Made For Human Consumption

Blood in your eyes, blood on your hands
Kill one kill them all
Only a man, only a woman, only a child, only a baby
Not a tear is shed for very long
The human assembly line keeps creating more new souls to break
Going to war, going to crime
If I break a mirror over your head will you see then
Narcissist society, cannibals and pigs in wolves clothing in a sheep’s skin
Take another pretty picture, put on lots of makeup
Jack off some more and more, go play your sports, worship, work, watch tv, drink, die
Play on shuffle or repeat its still the same
Look good today in another urn on another mantel tomorrow
I can’t take your insanity anymore, it’s to much lock me away
Throw away the keys, shut me up, I’m sick
Sometimes I want to die to get away
Sometimes I want to live to feed my soul
Stop this madness, it’s tearing me in two
Rip me up, chew me apart
Spit me out, stomp me flat