Don't move

A thing in a box
They took him out and gave him a Glasgow smile
I'm a boy I'm a boy! he yelled
It's alive It's alive! they yelled
Chased through the forest like Frankenstein's monster
Like he couldn't distinguish the different between mice and men
But he was just a 'boy' with stitches, switches and half a brain
So here i stood- the Pariah of the woods
So i burned the bitch down and got the fuck out of town
I raised a kid
I got a life
I was normal, finally fitting in
Until I wanted to make a change and be a politician
You'd be surprised how fast mudslinging turns into gunslinging when people know you're different
I had to leave agaain
They shot my wife and shot my kid dead
So I'm off to make a bomb to drop
To kill them all and laugh at a distance
Once a boy with a tear
Now a man with no mercy

Bone Marrow Biopsy (the alchemist, the concubines and wide eyes)

You want a piece of my marrow

Don’t you think we’ve gone too far?

Stiletto drawn but dear, my rapier slices much swifter

You want a bit of my blood

In exchange for your covet

That’s not a fair trade for what we have

Nevertheless I’m just an assassin pestilent and quiet, can you spot me in all these dancing silhouettes?

Corset drops and I admit I’m impressed

I never thought a succubus could looks so unfeigned

I gave a bite to the neck, a shot o the head

Next time never trust a man who knows the price to pay and what pistol you carry

A forlorn girl at the whore house with minuscule fangs

Everybody’s blessing bane, I swear we’ll make it out with your mother’s crucifix in tact

I’ve got a revolver to keep them the fuck down and a prayer to keep them in the ground

Corpus and fluid is all they got against us but it’s so sweet to see her wide eyed to a sin I’ve done my whole life

So here we are, the yard of the Past, the deep catacombs dimly lit so they seek they souls to fuel the fire

Limping living dying miserable things dropped jaw rolled eyes screaming “Memories, Memories”

One bit me in the Achilles heel just for the taste of nostalgia of being alive

And as it chorused through my veins I realized it wasn’t a pandemic it was more like a plague

So as I lay on the final step one inch away from getting out

I give up on running all I can do is idly fight

The sharper-tooth mistresses, the low jawed dead

And here comes the wraith

Pulling and tugging inside of me I’m screaming

Telling her run run run run

I feel the doppelganger pulling, product of my alchemy

And here dies the scientist with the silver bullet

Do you see my bone marrow now?

It’s open in my wrists for you to come in sip

But I’ve been sipping poison to keep me strong

Little increments of the venom will kill you all

I’m bitter brittle, rapier by side

Swinging in my sleep and dreaming about you

I’ve trained for this breathless lifeless moment where my wide eyed angel disappears into the night

Norman Rockwell Picture Melts

You cant be serious

More blood on my hands and a body in my truck

I was supposed to be swinging tonight, but instead I got in a fistfight

I guess?

I can still here the bass drum of his face

Ba dum dum

And the horns playing in sync with the clarinet soloing

Rock and roll stars of their days

So down by the bay, that's where I'll dump the body

I'll dance around the accusations and tiptoe my way home late at night to avoid waking my wife

No honey, I don't know why I have a hangover

Maybe I'm just love drunk (punch drunk)

As motherfuck, but whatever you do please don't use cuffs tonight

Trying to ease my guilty mind, there a body behind each wall and hall

So here I am giving in painting the portrait of a killer

The blood has dripped from every drain

My apologies, warden for being such a fuss that night

I just wanted to dance and I just wanted to cheat on my wife

The Smartass, The Time bomb

Keep running your fucking mouth, go ahead

Keep talking about what gets to you about me and what I've done in the past

And I'll just stand there, feet planted firmly into the ground, fists clenched

One Mississippi, two Mississippi

This is me at the door, and my boss at his desk. I can't seem to move and all he can talk about is my personal life.

My kids despising me, my wife leaving me, my dying mother ashamed of her baby boy

And all I can think is "You kissed corporate ass and climbed the ladder for this?

Three Mississippi, four Mississippi

I want to staple his eyelids open

Put his dick in a pencil sharpener

Hahaha

Fill his face with paper clips

Puncture asshole outlets in your body using a hole puncher

Hahahahaha

"And one more thing," he said. "Your taste in ties is horrible"

Five Mississippi

I sprinted across the room and struck him so hard; a little squeal came from his throat

He fell back from the swiveling office chair, kicking over his family photos

Ha

I was gone by the time security got there

A Man, A Mammoth

Looking up at the moonlit night, I realized I'd do anything just to have her bones back again

Hugging me, playing with my hair, anything, I didn't need flesh, I swear, only a sturdy structure

I'm smoke all the cigarettes, jump through all the nooses, and sleep in an electric chair just to get to her

But she's gone, a car crash took her away forever and there's nothing left to say.

The only part I regretted was not saying goodbye, but I figured if she didn't have the decency to say goodbye, I never had to say good luck

"Good thing it's not my fault the breaks locked right?" I say laughing to myself

And looking out my window, I see a radio tower and I wonder where the hell is that?

I wonder when exactly the times will change on it

Like how shipwrecks turned to train wrecks

And how water became wine

Nonetheless, I decided to find these towers and take pictures

Like a lone man hunting a giant mammoth, all I had was a cannon camera.

This is absoloutley normal

It seems everytime my hands touch the paper
This serial killer font compliments my carpal tunnel syndrome

With loss of courtesy
And dwindling respect
I'm spitting on whatever i see fit

And stepping on all of the little people, the ones who made us who we are
They've become abstract in our eyes so they become extinct

I hope you're happy when im laughing
And if not, you're not on my side
(If this were majority votes, this'd be a major mindfuck)

So grit your teeth and close your eyes
As all our memories come rushing by

I'm not the same and life is imitating art
Ive become a surreal piece that resembles the scream
Twisted and grotesque- the armor of all great leaders

A sword of pride, ripping through all of our ribs
So i guess this is goodbye with an added bonus

Watch me shed a tear, look me in the eyes
I'm dead inside
Can you find the culprit?

Swaying arms like the cult i learned to love
Tell me if i go to far on this one....

I'm watching people free fall to the end
Letting it all go with their flailing arms
And sometimes i wonder if they did it because they just did it for flying

But this is all nonsensical lyrics
Like that serial killers serenade he just transformed into a novel

-With Love, Derrick

Watch what you say

We showed up at the takeover
With suits and ties and garrote wire
Offing billionaires and big time business owners.
At least we're dressed to impress
At least we're killing them with courtesy and class
Rather upperclass assholes than lowerclass losers

And we showed them the meaning of good hard work when we tore them peice by peice
When they cant even fold those dollar bills in their wallet
And it's a damn shame, but look at it this way
At least somebody showed them the meaning of manual labor.

You and I were quite the same in life-never seemed to past the test.
We always said D- all of the above
But little did we know that a higher power was always undermining us
That's why we're leveling the playing field to ground zero.

Ask me why we did it one last time
And we'll both laugh because we hate your tie
And are waiting for your stock market to crash
We hope you go up and flames along with your precious brief case
But if you want something done right...
You have to be the one that brings down the knife.

We're armed... with our arms
But we're damn sure dangerous
And we're rushing in your building
And they cant do anything but sit and stare
They're programmed to swear
But not programmed to fight back

We planned, we came, we pissed on your parade
And now your fancy white wine glasses are filled with all the working class struggles
Can you swallow it?
Swallow more than your alcoholic binges, your dwindling marriages and even
Look past that whore sucking you off for money
And address the problem of poverty
But it's too late
because all you see now is black

Go to sleep
And don't wake up
We'll bury you with all your possessions-because we know that's all you've ever wanted
And me and my friend will take homicide because we knew it was do or die
I hope you got the point and i hope you paid the price
But we wont ever apologize