Bring back scalping
I’m ripe for a feud
Pistols at dawn
Queensbury rules
Annihilate these fools
Take your beating
Stand your ground
Run like fuck
You shall be found
Though shan’t be missed
From my revenge list
I’ll take my tribute
And explain the truth
I’m not running for election
Just helping along natural selection
Take shit from nobody
And vanquish your enemies.

They have cracked the atom
They have smart weapons
Intellect is wasted on shame
The assholes in charge know more about the moon than the brain

Charter the oceans
Salvage humanity
Lets have some fun
Lets alleviate our generations disgrace
And put some of our tax into the exploration of space
Which is our inevitable next destination
Humans setting up space stations
Of this objective we should withhold our refrain
We know more about the moon than the brain

What did you say?
Was that directed at me?
Oh look at the time!
Its a quarter past go fuck yourself
I’m living my life
No quarter for strife
6 foot tall hairy Irish alpha male
Well traveled, well spoken
With a fine eye for detail
I don’t kiss arse
Cause I don’t have to
My attitude is one of belligerence
You can reference my two finger intolerance
And point me in the direction
Of a hook on which to hang
My cloak of absolute Indifference

Words help us reason and are considered ripe
From many meanings to a blackboards wipe
From extremely well written to gutter tripe
This is merely the prototype

Nouns and verbs to pass on thought
Simple thought for free not bought
Internal hard drive due a wipe
This is merely the prototype

Open up soul to new ideals
Open up to see how that feels
Live in the new disregarding hype
This is merely the prototype

Embrace the day and have some fun
Its not a lie your on the run
Simple words that I simply type
This is merely the prototype

My social identity is up for rent
My few morals were cheaply spent
My life has taken a certain toll
Whats the bid on a dishonest soul?
How much will someone pay?
Who gives a fuck anyway?

I have become an emotion whore
Quite possibly a colossal bore
Words are extremely cheap
They have put all action to a dormant sleep

But my DNA has revolution’s spark
I am trying to make my mark
Insanity runs deep in my blood
It is difficult to become understood

Prescription and non prescription drugs are on retail
The devil himself masterminds the detail
Life is a meandering cocktail
Suck it in on the inhale
Breath it out on the exhale
You better believe my integrity is for sale

Touched by fire
Hiding life’s true desire
Why is the world so fucked up?
I keep it all inside
I have learned to bury deep and hide
Can’t even watch the news
Satellite’s transmitting me the blues
Find somewhere to retreat to
Put on tunes and cork the wine
My turtle’s shell is holding fine
Sheltering me from inhumanity
Wrapped up tight in the comfort blanket of my insanity

It’s me on the page
Trying to put it into words
Just simple words on the page
Between the calm and the rage

Where paper meets the pen
It is not why, it is when

Sit down alone
Turn off the phone
Introduce paper to pen
Let the relationship in
Let go of the brain
Between the calm and the rage
It’s me on the page

When the moment seems inevitable
When the night has descended into chaos
When law itself cannot find a home
Try not to punch one of your friends

For we are cavemen at best
Mostly unrespectfully dressed
Dealing with stress

But what is trending now might tomorrow not trend
An unstoppable urge sending messages to forever send
Try as hard as possible to not punch one of your friends

Life is precious
Life is great
Life is keeping it straight
Momentum keeps you going
Momentum is the power
Momentum sustains 60 minutes in every hour
Happiness is essential
Happiness should be a guarantee
Life is what your doing now
The high IQ’s are figuring how
Life is accepting that life itself takes a certain toll
Life is about helping other people visualize the landscape of your soul

After many years of sharing the same field,
An inter-species love began to yield.
From running in the grass and enjoying a joke,
To scratching their hides and learning to smoke.
A proper relationship with passionate feelings befriended,
What happened in the bushes was not what God intended.
Their best friends knew, the chicken and the horse,
Of this forbidden union, they said nothing of course.
Then the pig found out and raised the alarm,
And squeeled to the man who was running the farm.
Cow and sheep were butchered to alleviate the shame,
Chicken and horse knew the pig was to blame.
Then late one night, when the animals were in bed,
They put on balaclavas and sneaked into the shed,
And took turns firing bullets into his head