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

The Mistress (looslely based on events that never happened)

A traitor in my bed
Your lips taste like all of my best friends
I knew this whole time but tonight is the night that all of this ends

I spent all day and night dreaming you weren't breathing
But I realize to get out of this hell
I gotta do this myself

So you slept silently
While I looked for the remedy for our love
Then I realized...Its a handgun

I have a fifty caliber with a pillow as a silencer
Leaving bloody sheets and memories in between my bed
Let the bullet be our kiss goodbye

I'm holding it to your head
And then I realize how cute you are when you sleep
And how I don't want to interrupt all your good dreams

So instead I left the gun on your chest
And a letter on our nightstand that reads
"Fuck all our memories"

Give and take

You can take my word
And treat it like open heart surgery
Because I'm dead serious

You can take my laugh
As the signal to keep going
You're killing me, kid

You can take my blood
And paint a picture so beautiful
how do you say 'fucked up' in the language of love?

So could i take your hand
And close my eyes so tightly at the searing thought of the past
And all of those memories who couldn't pass the one night record

And can i take your pain
And make it go away?
I'm not a magician, but i can work miracles if try hard enough

Can i take your vital signs
Take make sure your hearts always beating right
So you'll be fine on the outside

You can take my hoodie
If i can take your smile and store it somewhere in my head
Let's take our special places to the grave, by the way

Let's give each other immortality

Our violent obbscenities are covered with @'s and !'s

"I wanted to breathe smoke. I wanted to burn the Lourve. I'd do the Elgin Marbles with a sledge-hammer and wipe my ass with the Mona Lisa. This is my world, now" (Chuck Palahniuck, Fight Club)

Bloody palms and cigarette buds
Quarantine and Lollipops
Is this your idea of a good time?

Take all these toxicities
and snort them with your friends
The fun never fucking ends

And im sick of rhyming for your sheer entertainment
Trying to make manic depression crack a smile.
How witty is he?
He makes hand grenades funny
Shit

My boyish charm was lost in a call to arms
A firefight that lasted all night
They made me bleed for their beliefs
A martyr in camouflage

And I'll march with this dance of the dead
Wishing for something better until eventually
The blood in my vains go from blue to red

But it dosent matter because im making the world miserable
One victim at a time whether its limb by limb
or line by line

In search of words
Or a downfall that doesent involve my curse
But these marks for every sin tell me I'll never win

Swollen knuckles and conspiericies
Broken promises and broken wings
Failed thoughts and dead theories
These are a few of my favorite things

Atlas

If I could take it back I would
But we know how life works
And we know how this will end up
So why do you bite your lip?
Why do you tell me lies?
Why dont you cut the fucking chord and leave me for life?
And isnt it funny how my dreams reflect reality?
And how I'm a grey cloud away from hating rainy days
And how thunderbolts have grown old
I guess nothing is sacred anymore
Not since i was robbed of smiles
And abandoned like that baby on your doorstep
So now I'm out on the cold
All alone
And If i shiver to death
That would almost be a godsend
And I am crushed by the world but its okay because I've switched positions
From my back to my chest

(End)

I've fucked my life up (If only I had used protection)

Are you even listening?
(And yes I'm talking to a wall)
Do you even care at all?
Do you even fucking care at all?

And i dont know where the line ends
And I dont know where the bleeding begins
And I dont know when i stopped the precious praying
And I started slurring sins

But i cant care anymore
I simply do not have it in me
I was full with fantasies
And then you left me empty

So here I sit trying to make sense of it
With hands hands cupped
I'm holding these "I love you" notes
Wondering where i messed up

And I'll always detest august
For all the good times
And how i was gone
For the time of your lives

So here i am- just another broken man
And the angel of your compensation
And I have no magic or self esteem
But i damn sure heal sickest patients

And you can beat me and break me
Hate me and rape me
Use me then lose me
Fucking abuse me
Spit on me
Quit on me
Do whatever you want and say what you mean to say
As long as you're happy by the end of the day

Dedicated to Mr. JJ Lynn