Tedium

Everyday is the same
it's the same breakfast
the same show on the radio
the same news in the news
the carpenters are still there
there is still a mountain to climb
and another one is always right behind it as well

the same dinner
the same weather
the same McJob
the same McSchool
the same house
the same room
the same bed
the same dream.

Mr. Rye

gently fall apart
gladly light a spark
friends never lie
said the enemy of my enemy: Mr. Rye

Clogging the Tubes

Open the store
start the sale
your life is nothing without our style
so go brag about it on your wall
where friends pretend to care
but in reality are just clogging the tubes
that carry your current existence

Childish Jealousy

I know that this childish and all around unproductive
sense of jealousy helps
in exactly nothing

But for some reason
it keep coming back to haunt
keeps returning to its previous owner
all around nonchalantly arrogant
and pissed off

Crowing Cock

Ingesting that red liquid
let it flow down
and ruin my bowel movements
let it flow down
and build up my high.

The soothing sounds of a hangover
that annoying crowing cock
bankrupting my mental capacity for patience
and resistance to sunlight

Stuck On Loop For The Most Part

Floating on through this weird little episode
sometimes called the living life
sometimes called the journey of dreams

I'm stuck on loop for the most part
the same morning with the same tea
the same evening with the same coffee

Staring at existence through a rectangle
building it up to make you jealous
building it up to make fall for those lies myself

Geting ready to slodge

getting ready to Slodge
maybe someday it can pay off
all my past mistakes
and little misdemeanors

Supposedly a tiny pause
just every once in a while
is deemed healthy by the ones in the know

gettin' ready to slogde
and I promise to do it Superfluously