Are There?

Are there even words
To express all this frustration
All this anger that keeps building
Where is the home that I should be missing

Are there enough drugs
To fill the void that keeps growing
And the emptiness of knowing
Dying insignificant in the dirt where we’re going

Is there enough we’re distracted by
All that bullshit like dvds and tv shows
shopping malls selling new uniform clothes
And theres question why we’re shoving powder in our nose

Are there any answers
When there aren’t even questions
For the hand dealt, the life were given
Are we even alive today cause this aint livin

Are we just a portrait in still life
A crude splatter of blood on canvas
Or are we blank slates waiting for our masters
Empty bodies quiescent on empty mattress’

Are there crosshairs on my back
If you know where to find that trigger
Cock it and pull it so you can deliver
My brains to the street just dont touch the liver

Dead Weight

I just wanted someone to fight for
When you left I just fought more
Now I just stand around feeling empty
At the same time I try to paint myself friendly

I got these teeth that crack for miles
I got this mind that’s cracked and wild
Crooked teeth make for crooked smiles
Hang me on your wall before you dial

Self deprecating becomes self destructing
(in a matter of days)
The good life becomes something disgusting
(in the saddest of days)

So I aint countin on the likes of you
Tomorrows just one more day I must get through
And I still don’t know where Im going to
And I aint expectin you to know what Im going through

You got this sickening way of seeming so unfazed
And Ive got this morbid way of hating all my days
Your ears are full of all the bullshit Ive said
Now its fucking clogged the path into your head

Self deprecating becomes self destructing
(in a matter of days)
The good life becomes something disgusting
(in the saddest of days)

These days feel like great weights
Tied to ankles swimming great lakes

These days Im dead wieght
Treading water on your dead lake