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Addicted to Self-RighteousnessJames Hairston is clean, and dont you forget it. He gotta drive us all over everywhere, just to prove he can. Orders his coffee caffeine-free, aint never had a drink or a smoke in his life. His damn station wagon has so many bumper stickers on it. Proud to be smoke-free. See Dick drink, see Dick drive, see Dick die, dont be a Dick. National Alliance Against Drug Use. Even D.A.R.E. Hes like a health teacher, back in junior high. That marijuanas bad for you, Bill. I care about your safety, and its going to kill you. I can help you quit. Shut up, man! Whys he even hang out with us? I heard his fiancé, Paula, is a smoker. Whats he doing marrying a smoker?
When All Else Fails- for AlothMale voice similar to 3 Doors Down, Female Evanescence
*Intro, a powerslide which fades out into light bass riff and quiet drum beats*
(Male I was lost without you
A sea of confusion
Darkness and people swirling around me
Was lost, in an illusion.
(Female Lost in a cold, lonely world
So dark, I couldn't see
I couldn't take it, anymore
Nobody there, no one for me
*Electric guitar riff enters, drummer kicks it up a notch*
(Male Then when I thought, all was lost
There was a light, on the horizon
(Female You walked out, and smiled at me
And we met, under the suuuuun....
*CHORUS. Bass has a thrumming undertone, the drummer is slamming away, and electric guitar has more energy*
(Both When all else fails, I'll be your anchor
Your link to sanity (male: Sa-anity...)
Cause you know I'll be there for you
And you'll be there for me
*calms back down*
(Male The stars shine brighter now
And the moon is so clear
I know that you are beside me
And help me shed a tear
DinosaursI see Michael Parker that first morning back. I think Im imagining him. He has the same face, the same eyes, but the scruff of whiskers is gone from his cheeks and his untidy hair is neatly trimmed and combed. We make eye contact briefly, but then a group of people entering the church moves between us, and I cant find him again.
As the service begins I realize that this is the pew where I sat during the first Sunday in my memory. I remember it because the new wood of the arm gave me a splinter, and that afternoon during my fourth birthday party my father took away a plastic Brachiosaurus seconds after I unwrapped it.
Theres no need to get her asking questions we cant answer yet, he told my mother. I cried for an hour over the lost toy, and for weeks I drew pictures of it: a shape like an alligator and a giraffe, with careful green circles on its rump. Later the existence of dinosaurs was gently dispelled from my inventory of childhood fantasies along
Existance on our Wrists
Skin and tendons ripping
Grip the chair, grip your throat
What will you do when the flesh finally bursts open?
Tear away those skins like velcro
Wear a prison for a lifetime until your soul explodes
Unable to cope with the apathy it feels
As energy I exist, only to dissipate into emptyness
Can you comprehend emotion?
Those fucking drones try to suck you in like dreamcatchers
Mouths wide, a vacuum for liability
"We need this to breath, we need this to live."
I'll rip through you faster than a speeding bullet
And in this malevolence I spread
Hot butter to the frozen knife still produces the same effect
No matter what form I take on
Life will always be a regret
If you could stare from a new universe would you return to Earth?
Or would you be lost in the emptyness of existence without life?
Even after our dreams have been turned to ash the worlds still orbit
So why the fuck should we bother?
Everyday I wake up screaming:
"Everything I love will eventually die, have a nice day"
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