Preface to living in horror
the predator lives in a series
I carve a new script
Riddles I fiddle with shards of that glass
and I giggle considering carving my wrist
List of my thoughts
I could live in a world where all the girls get lost in heart and forget
all of the sorrow that may come tomorrow
may harp on the fact that I’ll never forgive
Never persist and the pressure within
the difference in presence
the pleasures oppress
a fiend for the fantasy
I am no less
Bearing a grudge
bear hug a drug
and emotions provoking omens
it is the culprit
cope with the coldness
I know it
you know it
can’t focus
we’re broken
it is so hopeless
I hope we move on


Holding together your pride
Now hold this together let’s fly
So awful the weather, I oughta just get to your sight
In autumn, I dreaded the nights
Now oughta get my own advice
When this shits all set and done
Figure your pleasure must
come to an end, waiting for love in suspense
Now I’m just waiting for love in suspense x3
Now I’m just waiting, I’m waiting
Now I’m just waiting for love in suspense
Wait a minute, do I want love? it depends (x2)

Little percentage I’ll never have chance
and the vendetta roll out with a plan
and the potential i hold out my hands
like your soft neck and I toast to revenge
a menace
my etiquette, I wanna mend
a bullet is metal, but words will offend
amend all my strength
with potent implosions
my pen shits a hopeful appendix
my hope is tremendous
reality gets offended
I’d rather just get to my venting
so sad
I drag out this life till I’m senseless
had this to practice
and it is so true that
keep drugs in a Whole Foods bag
while I flow through drags like a ghost drew back from an old blue nap I Really just spoke too soon had I known that you act

Pretty girls need ugly boys
Like pity feeds off love and ploys
And lust destroys a lump of trust
And most of the time, love is some joy
But the word love is exploit-ed
pure rush you get in the choices
Poison matrimony and your vows are some noises
Staring at truth, I can’t avoid it


In at it with a grip
lost cause
Inadequate this kid got crossed
And after this shit
he talked "god"
Thought that he heard him, but thought wrong
Guess he’s not not worthy, he caught on
Took a few drugs till he got calm
Wrote a few songs so to get "coms" (commas)
On strings of chords, sang them all night long
A string of hope to keep his fight strong
Lights on
Lights off