1. Wealth And Property

Blind assertion, of what is right. Government sanctioned, despotic might. Kept in fear to assure protection, justified paradox to ensure oppression. Monetarily dictated, empty piety, set in motion for a Bourgeois society. Never question, we accept their power. Our human freedom we allow devoured. We're told not to question. Your freedom extends as far as you're told. Modern day slavery, you're bought and sold. Dogmatic belief, that they're in the right. Appointed authority gives them their might. It takes a certain kind of person to want to be a cop. Allowed control ensures injustice won't stop.

The protection of law enforcement is a lie. Police serve a capitalist agenda yet hide behind the guise of protection and moral endorsement. Law enforcement as a whole protects private interest, wealth, and property, while we are fooled into believing they serve our interests. If you are a member of the proletariat, a minority, a young adult, or any person who does not hold socio-economic esteem or, have property more than a vehicle, try getting a cop to help you out in any way shape or form. Don't be fooled into protecting their property and their laws, don't be afraid to steal,and most of all don't be afraid to fight back if you feel your human rights are violated (which is inevitable as long as we allow our freedom to be dictated by state appointed authority).

1. Learned Nothing

Built yourself up so high at the expense of others, you waste my time. Your ideas are only another's, how could I be fooled by your lies? You're no more a friend than every fool I see, no deeper than a trend but, I expected more. Now my thoughts I must defend. You claimed these values without even thinking. It proves to me you're nothing of substance, you'd rather drink your thoughts away. While I stand in defense of convictions I keep just to get through the day, not because of foolish labels or to quote rhetoric everyone knows, but out of hatred for how I've been shaped, hardened by a father's blows. So go join your hipster crowd and enjoy your new life. Talk shit on everything you were and run from your so-called strife. Your negativity will get you nowhere quit trying to prove your might. Behind the screen you'll rule the scene until I come to challenge your way of life. You're done. Fueled by rage thrown into a world that I hate, constantly held at arms length, being crushed by the weight of knowing I'll never have anyone. I'll never buy into their game, never be the putty in their hands. Won't be complacent to sedate to satisfy our societies demands.

2. Bloated Minds

Release me from your world where the idle (minded) succeed and no one values though. Release me from your world where freedom is sold and respect is bought. Release me from your world where chemical escapes keep us from ending it all. Release me from your world I'll stand back and watch it fall. I'll burn it to the ground. Crushed by greed and enveloped by fear, motivation is lost and dreams disappear. There's nothing for you and less for others, killing for land, ignoring famished mothers. Entire countries laid to waste, outsourced and dominated to satisfy our taste. A taste for greed and pride as a nation, don't agree? Face obliteration. It's no big secret that European Supremacists have ruled over half the world for centuries. Hegemony, ethnocentrism, genocide, justify our so called needs. Turn ideas into action. No longer satiated by menial satisfactions. Can't change the world but we have to try. Make individual choices to fight their lies. Don't accept what they feed you, their logic serves to construe the truth. Where are my thoughts? Do they even exist? Centuries of injustice build up all I know. Do I have their freedom, can I really think? Weak masses drift with bloated minds.

3. Fifteen

I never want to be like you. I once refused to see but everyday I am reminded a part of you makes up me. You're in my blood, inside my eyes, for years I refused to recognize. So do I damn my circumstance or fight against the truth? You've raped. You've stolen my youth. The broken home now becomes the child. Refuse to acknowledge the repercussions to your narcissistic sexual desires. You've started the flame, desecrated another, left a mother to cry. Alone and fifteen, can't you see she had to do more than fucking try? No one to support her, her youth was taken, how could you hurt a child? Now it's my turn to have my say, it's you I will revile. Never seen the color of my father's eyes. But I can no longer disguise my rage. Big strong rapacious man, you turned your back and you ran. You'll never know the extent of loss you've built inside of me. But over time any construct turns into debris. Even now as I tremble setting these words in stone, I know that all my strength comes from learning to be alone.

4. Illusion of Purpose

No one life holds greater value! Open your mind, birth comes anew. All born from shared circumstance, but we don't have to accept it. Experience our earth, build the connections, and push toward rejection. Pull yourself from your last ties that hold you to a system of thought. Pretense of purpose, all life is equal, let their values rot. We destroy what is real to build in ourselves an illusion of purpose. Come into life with the capacity for compassion. Vessels given the chance to comprehend and come to respect our world and all life. But we are torn. Pushed into a sterile world, values and goals dictated by a self-blinding social power structure. Knowing only what it is told the child grows. Alienation from life, separateness from emotion, destitute of feeling, the itching comes on. I want out get me out of here.

"The certitude that there is no salvation... as the only way out" - E.M. Cioran

1. Apocrypha

Copulation to further spread the disease. Invasive species living like weeds. Pathogenic lucky break. Absolute ruin, ours to take. Forced to bend. Forced to break. A secular version of Christian faith. Reaping more than we can take. Growth, an expanded population leading toward desolation. Prosthetic environments all that’s left of this sordid existence. Merely currents, we are the devices, strangled and held tight gripped by all our vices.

As a species we are a lucky role of the evolutionary dice, gene flow has produced us as devices to sustain the life of bacteria. Humanistic beliefs that hold that we are masters of our environment and hold a manifest destiny are nothing more than faith. These beliefs would not be taken seriously if not for cast off Christian hopes like that of selfhood that uphold the idea that we form and create a sense of self. This conceived sense of self justifies our feelings that we have the right to take advantage of the environment and other organisms at our will. We are destroying our environment and soon it will not sustain our lives. I fear we will not go extinct but because of our desperate for longing for a sense of importance and value, instead create, through progressive technology, prosthetic environment that allow us to live off terribly lonely lives revolving around these technologies.

2. 333

Feel. Lost. All I’ve ever known is feeling lost and out of place desperate and abandoned wanting to erase. Conflict, calamity, abandonment and rape, build up all that you see behind my face. Now it has come to a point of no return, this is what I have come to learn, a sad truth what I was once afraid to tell. No one understands me better than those who have abused me. Torn pages pushed to concrete, ideas will never resurface. Wrought with blue-grey abandon over this ocean surface. Frothing ideas crash below these heavily clouded skies. The more I think the deeper I’m pushed toward my own demise. There is no truer color than this. Diving deeper still into thoughts and blackness. The clouds are institutions they create the darkness. As they all set in I’m left clawing for an exit. No. I won’t be brought down, I won’t be pulled under. Pushing against these ocean walls I’m slowly being swept underneath.

The lyrics to this song are very personal in terms of circumstance but I’m sure most can relate to the emotion. Some lines from this song are taken from a poem I wrote.

3. At Home

Dullness of sight utter stagnation drifting through life in bitter circulation. Trapped by tables isolated by chairs clocks are your sentence possessions your cares. Thoughts a curriculum body a machine, absolute turmoil all for green. Content with less, you’ll never succumb. Self medication will no longer numb. Your thoughts are crushed ideas trampled. You’ll never succeed if you don’t follow their example. Following blindly led by blind. Non existence. Crushing your mind. Thoughts and ideas morality and values, opinions dogmatic. It’s all set out for you. Your only mistake believing you have a choice. You’re stuck being processed, crushing your voice. There’s nothing left to keep you alive. Given enough to let you survive. You want more, your sanity has snapped. Material values, you’re fucking trapped. You’re brought down on your knees pleading to those you can’t appease. Lost, confused, and alone. Never truly feeling at home.

Our way of “thinking” that is most popular is, in more ways than not, completely backward in terms of necessity for our existence .If the acuteness of how we’ve honed our mental capabilities is responsible for our evolutionary separateness from most species, then why is it that we care more about bodily ailment and entertainment than we do about expanding our mental capacities. Our education conditions us to squash critical thinking and to instead take a job that treats us as merely machines to process a task. Due to this I feel that we will soon slough off all of our intellectual faculties and, because more of our time is consumed by meaningless tasks at worthless jobs, only concern ourselves with what is popular or entertaining at the time. It’s funny that we act like we have things all figured out when in reality we are the most confused animal species. Because of our beliefs in the importance of our existence we try to analyze things we cannot possibly understand which consequently pushes us deeper into our feelings of uncertainty of emptiness.

4. Worse Than The Last

Spinning falling lost no control. Left with nothing, used life is full of shit. All because you don’t know what you’ve done or why you’re never satisfied. You use and you use never stop and think you don’t know you’ve pushed her to the brink. A crash her life is demeaned her sense of value has been crushed to the ground. Why can’t you think? Why don’t you think? Sexually abusing and using people as pawns all in your game to get what you want. To me you’re not, “just one of the guys”. You’re everything that I despise. At what point do you realize a person’s worth isn’t gauged by their sexuality? At what point do you realize that there are repercussions to your actions? At what cost? You’re vile, putrid, you disgust me. Nothing but shit pumped into you head by how you think you need to act won’t stop and think these pressures devalue each other’s whole being.

I honestly cannot understand why we choose to treat other individuals in a certain way based on their sexual appeal. Although written about a male taking advantage of a female the interpretation of the lyrics can go for both genders. I constantly see people around me justifying their ill treatment of the opposite gender with unsubstantiated excuses. So many people in my life have been greatly hurt by being devalued as only sexual objects rather than being capable of enriching other’s lives. I wrote this song for my mom.