Titus Andronicus - Four Score and Seven

(Pt. I)

This is a war we can't win
After 10,000 years, it's still us against them
And my heroes have always died at the end
So who's going to account for these sins?

And I don't know who here is my friend
Well, I'm certain that I've seen only men
Christ, fuck me if I can remember when
Will I never be lonely again?

Well the tides are a-turnin' once more
Six dark-winged devils line up at my door
Each one is more evil than that which came before
Seven angels find me spread across the floor

You'd like everyone to believe you're a star
And I'll admit that it's worked out pretty well so far
But when they see the kind of person that you really are
Then you won't be laughing so hard
No, you won't be laughing so hard!

You won't be laughing so hard

(Pt. II)

"We're all depraved and disgusting" I spew like a fountain,
"And debased, defaced, disgraced and destroyed,
"Most of all disappointed" I say atop this mountain
As I urinate into the void

Fuck I'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce
Would you help me, I'm hungry, I suffer and I starve
Oh I struggle and I stammer 'till I'm up to my ears
In miserable quote unquote awe.

But however since our forefathers came on this land
We've been coddling those we should be running through
Please don't wait around for them to come and shake hands
They're not gonna be waiting for you

'Cause these humans treat humans like humans treat hogs
They get used up, coughed up, and fried in a pan
But I wasn't born to die like a dog,
I was born to die just like a man
I was born to die just like a man!

It's still us against them

And they're winning

When we all used to hang out...

Little girls lost... never returned... grown into woman... forced into the world. Never laughing. Lying in a puddle. What could an ageless wonder be? And when does the grand opening close. They say  the old only trust what they can only be certain of. And the young trust what can't be real. "A dog in a park", you say "life couldn't be better". I'll say it again our moments are better remembered. And when they close the drugstore that we all used to hang out at, I hope you'll be there for the come down. Because I know I was never there for the high.

Respect

My question was: how do I kill vanity. How do I distract myself from vanity, from insecurities? How can I rid myself of these discomforts so I can get to the core of me, and without personal distraction get work done; listen to anyone for once. And this I did ask you. You answered my question with a question and gave me a book about the east, I was amused with you're pretension. So I read you're book and did some traveling, I put my fingers in some interesting places. And now I realize what I was really trying to ask. And what I was asking was the answer to my peace. And I'm ashamed. Realizing this, I don't want your answer or anybodies, nor do I care for; not yet. So you were right when you said I didn't know what I was trying to figure out. And in trying to find the correct question I found myself more removed. I enjoy my confusion, and the confusion of my community. And it hurts most of the time, but I'll live in it without pride until it hurts too much. So lets take peace off the table, and I like my self-doubt, I also like hers tonight.There was a time in my life when a man told me he'd tell on me if I tried to steal a candy bar, he made sense so I put it back. I'll ask more questions later.

Google tits

Google tits and see what comes up. Kiss a naked form and figure how dance works. Slice skin and witness fake rhythms. Move faster than anyone could. Fall apart in front of crowds for no reason. Tell experts their wrong and that nothing they say makes sense. Care more about your joke than anything else. Stay hard and laughing behind your kid eyes. Make less sense than more. Swing like Elvis and trees. Kiss the wood before and while it rots. Think of little things and only little things. Never have a punch line. Piss people off and always acknowledge that they have nipples. Never find an ending.And keep going for as long you cam, and reaallu ebtil ppl tell ou to stop talking and if you can then do. Smile like they do in those good movies where they could find it all after a series of pretty grand dramatic actions. make sure to watch everything and then grow old.

short-changed

Ask me more questions. I'll be be able to answer all of them. I  know more than I own. I could kiss any girl for magnetism, always feeling short-changed. And I'm an addict, but not worried . I miss more friends than I have, and I care less than I ever had about anything. I just need a drink and for your tits to stop talking I already told you how I felt about my ideas. You said "nothing is epic and that the baseball kids are starting to make sense", but I still like my poetry.

That wasn't water and I have to work in the morning.

 I was sitting at that table last night when you couldn't talk to me. I was asking you about that divide you seemed to be thinking about, finding myself right in the middle of it. As you tried to explain I remember turning away to look at a clown, he invited me over to a his table, I accepted without thinking. And when I later held his hair in the cold I couldn't help thinking that I'd made the right choice, until early this morning. But I really didn't mean what I said, I couldn't tell you now who those thoughts belong to. But a pin-up girl once told me about not thinking and seemed like a worth while pursuit. But mostly aggression and a late confusion result. So when that horse that I bought finally breaks down I'll call for the driver of that old car that we used to drive, he'll show up barefoot telling me there's not enough room. I grumble and place my feet toward a walk, and try best to stretch out the day. Just don't spill that on carpet, but I did already.

fuck titties.

fuck titties.