Trembling and Chains

Every Cliche like a knife at my throat
This Culture like cataracts clouding my sight

Oh, parasite you feed off my trembling hands!

Fear chains my right
Guilt chains my left

I was once a broken man
Ashamed of my existence

But now I see you for who you are

You need us to shake
You need us to crawl in shame
You need BLOOD

Too long have these trembling hands brought me nothing but chains

No longer will I beg for that freedom that was never yours to take
No longer will I take that shame that was never yours to give

Your Individuality is a Work of Art

Its hard to explain when the beauty of an individual touches you

When you don't see some one as something that meets up to a certin set of rules or standards.

But you see them as more of a work of art

You see the beauty of the individual

In Thick and Thin

My heart is overwhelmed with pride when I call you my friends.

You have been a pillar of consistency in my life
Who's words are always fallowed by actions

In the most pissed off, cynical, and lonely times of my life you were always there to listen to me bitch.

In reflection I haven't said thank you enough

but I am saying it today.

Dear, Chris

When will you learn?
When will you understand?

That these chains are divine?

That the blood on our hands is for the greater good?

That every time you shake you are just another step closer to heavens gate?

That that uniformity and God are the same thing?

We would hate to make you an outcast.

We would hate to burn you at the stake.

We would hate to kill you for the greater good.

Won't you come back and shake with us?

Won't you come back and will break each others bones in celebration of conformity.

If not, we are in need of human sacrifice for that God we call culture.

Sincerely, Society

Pacing 1000 Miles

I have paced a thousand miles in my room alone
Looking for something i can call consistency

I have soul searched into the late of night
Trying to make something beautiful

But I only find dead ends and a numbed heart

Its so hard to care
When people only offer empty words

Its so hard to care
When all I find are disappointments

Its so hard to care
When I only see the most beautiful people in my life drift away

The New Alive is Suicide

Convince yourself that you life isn’t just one joke after the other
As you drink down a substance that provides a chemical induced state of stupidity

Convince yourself that you are alive
When your greatest sense of enjoyment is killing yourself and brain cells

Convince yourself that you represent something other then ignorance and suicide
As you blow a cock for just one more hit

Convince yourself that you have something to offer the world
As you hand your money to the murders and rapist that make this world a living hell

Preach what you want but it will never change what you do, and what those actions that you choose represent.

You can tell me that you stand for something. You can tell me you should be taken seriously

But your actions indicate other wise

Expectations, Lies, and Cliches

All alone
But right now I wouldn't have it any other way

Tonight I walk through these streets
In reflection and solace

These moments of clarity are so rare

Its all in my hands

I don't need a drug to be happy

I don't need some one to tell me its OK

I don't need romantic mellow dramatics

Let go of the expectations, cliches, and lies

Then you will be free

Meditation 3

Its too easy to be cynical
Its too easy to complain

But it gives nothing

It eats so you alive

Look for something beautiful

Find something to believe

People

"oh Chris you need to branch out more and meet new people"

yeah sure that's great, but people suck. Think about it...

how many sincere people are there in your life? People that honestly mean what they say and their actions fallow.

I bet its a pretty small number if you are being honest with your self.

and if you are being honest with your self you probably will realize your not a sincere person your self. Your probably don't even strive to be a sincere person. your probably just another product of emotional detachment like everyone else.

Striving towards a life of integrity leads to one thing... being alone. You can't suck up and you can't compromise. Every one wants people with integrity but they aren't will to do it them selves.

They would rather be angry for stupid reasons, lie to them selves to be happy, and sweet talk so they can pretend they are good friends so they can reap the benefits.

The point is... do people even think about what they do anymore? I am not talking about big issues I am talking about our small everyday actions. Do we even think about what they mean? Do we even think if we are practicing what we preach?

I am losing faith in people more and more every day. Because as far as I can tell no one is willing to give what it takes to be sincere.

Requiem

Its no longer about anger.

My vindication has long sense been replaced by disapointment

You try to offer your hand
But your gift is a ghost

I buried it long ago

And there its tombstone lies..
In the graveyard of my mind

I visit the graves from time to time
but I visit yours most

And your gift haunts me in the form of this requiem

To whom, who once full but is now hallow

To whom, who once offered sincere words but now mean nothing

To whom, who preached proudly, but actions never fallowed

To whom, who has nothing left to offer, but empty words

I say forever good bye and farewell

Meditation 2

Can the man that fades with autumn and blooms with spring call himself alive?

Can the man that shatters like glass call himself human?

Those who are slaves to nature rather then its masters

Those who are apathetic rather then rational

Those who abandon their intellect

These are no more then beasts

Meditation 1

Vanities, feelings, cultures, and nations

Its all an intoxication that distracts me from the one thing that matters...

Truth

May I never be a slave to passions

May my vision never be tinted by vanities

May I always choose purpose over prestige

Truth... I kneel before your throne

The Agnotic and the Arsonist

For some one that doesn't know
You sure have a lot to prove

You fear abstration
So you choose ignorance

Fence sitter your better step down
Because I am burning this fence to the group

You're the agnostic

And I am your arsonist

Are you even trying to understand?
Or have you come up with an excuse to not think?

I will never live in fear
I will never be content in believing in nothing

Fence sitter you better step down
Because i am burning this fence to the ground

Your the agnostic

And I am your arsonist