Kill

kill for a thrill

kill for a chill

doesn't that make you ill?

to think that a kid would even think 

that to be like that he's gotta have a shank

something you'd expect in a prison

not a seventh grader

well, why don't i catch you later?

something the matter?

why do you think i run as your teeth chatter?

doesn't it give chills

to think that your own self is ready to kill

and you claim that your in it for a thrill

spice and dice and slice

but i can see that everything ain't all rosy and nice

perhaps we can be just as nice

blame the parents

better to just eat your carrots

eye-sight will make you a better killer anyways

i've seen what you think it is to be mean

and i've seen the ways you walk and what you mean

and how you think you're all over this scene

maybe just take a step

and see the vast void over which you've leapt

from childhood to the world of men

but i bet that's really what you wanted in the end

when all you've ever learnt is how to make a good friend

but will they really be there for you in the end?

those with their flashing clothes

and the way that they talk and the way they all know

now maybe i'm sad that the shape that you're in

might have to do with the shade of your skin

but somehow i don't think it has everything to do with why you're in

honesty and modesty

are not counted as goals

where the ice in your heart is as black as coals

but maybe more along the lines of prosperity

but how you got there needs some clarity

when all the world you've seen is just a fallacy

When the Lights Go Out

they put granny on a bus to nowhere

empty seats and foreign apolstery

all the words reserved for mental health facility

don't you wanna just join in the fantasy?

but in reality, it's just granny

taking a ride with her man just cause she can

the wind from the window just making her hair blow

as she sits and thinks about why she has to go

the hospital looms ever present in her recent memory

its prison like walls surrounding her with anger and jealousy

the grandkids, forgotten like broken china dishes

all those dreams can just go swim with the fishes

they put granny on a bus to nowhere

where's she gonna go if not there?

in her place there's gonna be another

whose grandkids neglect and smother

their love so fleeting that you wonder if they ever had a mother

to teach them the ways of the world and some others

but god knows the freedom beckons

and how freedom of choice is a better reckon

maybe their parents weren't even there to reconcile

the ways in which they left them while

they spent their own time in a place out of mine

those drunks in park knocked out from wine

while somewhere in the back of their minds

they know they should be at home

caring for the baby they like to call their own

when really it's granny who's doing it alone

her worn out frame carrying all that pain

that her kids never managed to shed

no matter how much blood they saw bled

cause sometimes what you think can teach really just goes to your head

in place of that honesty

they put a fake world of hilarity

high smiles and drunken whiles are the only thing left for their disparity

money vanishing faster than a magician on speed

they work too hard to get the fix they need

the kids wrapped in granny's arms 

hoping to protect them from harm

she can't be the answer to all hate's charms

they put granny on a bus to nowhere

once upon a time youth smiled on her

the now glazed eyes of her beloved fixed with hers

he seemed so much better

but that's what life is, isn't it?

change is natural

though we like to think it's controllable

with our various drugs instead of kisses and hugs

we blind the mind instead of teaching what way to find

ain't it a crime?

they put granny on a bus to nowhere

someday, she hopes 

those undeserving little sh_ts will look back and smile

for once appreciation show in their eyes

something they didn't know the really meaning of

because they were already gone from the reach of her love

something she couldn't deal with or thought she was above

not that it's her fault

she tried the best she could for run times two

when those who weren't supposed to let her down

decided to let their responsibilities drown

and hope that all they'd get from her was a demand and a frown

but sadly their immature minds are just too blind

to know that those they hurt the most

are those they hoped they could keep close

kids aren't kids anymore

they grew up, after giving up

because there wasn't anything left for them to reach up

they put granny on a bus to nowhere

because those little sh_ts wanted her there

Magic Carpet

i've got this magic carpet,

and all you've got to do is ride it,

ride it, ride it

cuz when you think you're falling, it'll just take you higher

way up above the city skyline

the boulevards and seaside

perfect squared concrete and shops

throngs pushing through all the bus stops

loud cries and banter abound

the population continually rising

imagination searching and divining

all they can see from the sky so high

everything hide to just a plain eye

away, up high

the distractions dissipate into space

Funeral

long black rollers

crashing against the barren shoreline

the parade of the dead passes by 

mourners shrouded within their own misery

they carry the heavy burden left by the deceased

bells ring above the modern churchyard

not so long ago something much different would have occurred

the missionary priest greets the tragic party

behind they drag the wooden coffin

house of the dead

for there his spirit will reside forever in the arms of god

slowly 

the sun breaks through the morning fog and climbs

up

to its mid-day resting place above the evergreen mountains

gladly heavens rays shine down from above onto the sinners

the throng presses itself into the minute wooden church

built to hold fifty at capacity

but the fire marshall is not here to observe and demand

children talk loudly in their high-pitched voices 

many do not realize the gravity of the events before them

the choir begins to sing 

as many force themselves into the little worn building

a man attempts to open the windows

but stops when he realizes they have been painted shut

the spirit house

the mourners pass on their sadness through the ceremony

gently they lower him into the ground

his final resting place