I need a distraction like I need a frontal lobotomy so I medicate daily, double up glass bottles in front of me sacrifice the quality for extra quantity and struggle through another noon of self-induced poverty goddamn it, what the hell is this wrong with me? electro shock, convulsive therapy horror dreams where I'm locked in a padded cell and they're watching me constantly I wake up in cold sweat panic'd doctors are following I feel the fog rolling in from the machine, time to slip the noose and clip reality, fuck sleep big bull goose loony on the ward? Prisoner please aint no sicker individual in the system than me I come from the place where all hope is abandoned raped, tied up and tortured for ransom no fortunate sons, just unfortunate phantoms where the good die young with no fuckin' answers one flew east, one flew west, one flew over the cookoo's nest sometimes there are screams, it seems it's like I feed too many demons to keep alive sometimes there are dreams, it seems it's like everything I've loved in life has come to me to die. DIE mentally the wheels've come off and the engine's wrecked DIE is it even worth the effort to expend this breath? DIE when all I've left behind is chaos, confusion and distress DIE and I'm standing alone in this vast emptiness I'm in a place where there's only vengeance like a virus infects and then it spreads and the only pity I have for who they send in is I'll tell you same thing that I did them everything you love in life will end in death. everything you love in life will end in death. sometimes there are screams - it seems it's like I feed too many demons to keep alive sometimes there are dreams - it seems it's like everything I've loved in life has come to me to die.

we'll take your failure and fuckin turn it into payback got so very little patience for an ornamental saviour the day's come to pay for days past and all that you've taken such a fundamental failure so now we payback AeonMind: Hypocrite political criminals getting fed and fattened off federal bank assets Secrets hidden and mythical, super-subliminal generals gather like witches at black masses these are the greed fiends and thieves that keep the fields full of bodies burning we feed them friends and family, piecemeal as they grease wheels to keep their war machine turning Their media speaks deceitful fear to keep us weak preaching hatred to all mankind it's no mean feat to leap to the belief that they're poisoning already brainwashed minds it's uncommon knowledge that the column of truth has a hole that is filled with never caught in the masquerade of war between those that think there's a god still in heaven taught to believe the official story, of course, the authors are never fielding questions revolution will be beckoned and we're the willing rebels Looking for answers in the ashes of Building Seven blood for oil, blood money, blood diamonds, blood lines blood boils, blood running, blood rising, blood ties blood in the water, blood dries, blood spattered, blood blind blood thirsty, blood merchants, blood sucking, blood wine we'll take your failure and fuckin turn it into payback got so very little patience for an ornamental saviour the day's come to pay for days past and all that you've taken such a fundamental failure so now we payback NOC: Eject Uncanny X-Men Desperate's the anthem trending Empty threats n randoms getting less n less handsome Remember Sammy Jenkins Lest forget the tantrums verses Debt collecting phantoms repossessing dead mansions Either this arms getting shorter or this pockets getting deeper Ten thousand albums to record but time is off up in the ether. Such a motherfucker of a double edged sword but the wage slave day job is what frees us n its not getting cheaper, the profits don't reach us. Guess our efforts equal debt coz it's not split between us... Jaded in the age of spotify Naivety is the wretched dream connecting dotted lines to dollar signs. I've torn a map and shot a sign for every support slot yesterday's grommet gone applied but got denied. It's Ahhhhhhhh character building, I'm like Fuuuuuck character building... Demoralized. Cross checkin with a bottle of Botanist to dislodge n pry this primate off of my spine we'll take your failure and fuckin turn it into payback got so very little patience for an ornamental saviour the day's come to pay for days past and all that you've taken such a fundamental failure so now we payback

Going going gone gone no secrets, no heros, no gods Going going gone gone I've been through hell for all I've been through Going going gone gone been through hell for all I've done Going going gone gone been through hell for all I've done I bleed in my dreams, with everything coming apart at the seams like cheap sewing a muddy stream of conciousness leads to a monstrous creek flowing one thought echoes as I black-out into night's sleep knowing that when you're going through hell, you gotta keep going we're living in our personal prisons and the system gives us to build our cells where we live to either kneel, die or atone you see they've been keeping us busy just to be ekeing a living while we're killing ourselves with words, sticks, knives and stones their purpose, one singular vision, scheming to treat the civillians to retreat in submission like skeletons missing spinal bones I'd see them stripped of their ill-gotten billions, ripped from their livings until they're in the hell we call home. Behold, the pale horse. The man who sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. Going going gone gone no secrets, no heros, no gods Going going gone gone I've been through hell for all I've been through Going going gone gone been through hell for all I've done Going going gone gone been through hell for all I've done I got my reasons to be keeping my secrets hidden deeper than the ghosts that haunt the titanic's shell I got my reasons to defeat those that seek them like I M H 3 7 0 in gigantic swell I bury the real me in the extremes of my demons and seek the relief of my my my addict self because no matter how many times I play my damn Michelle, I'm still writing her suicide note - too high to ink well i'm on the brink, breathing all the fires, I inhale, I believe I am, therefore I am in Hell Going going gone gone no secrets, no heros, no gods Going going gone gone I've been through hell for all I've been through Going going gone gone been through hell for all I've done Going going gone gone been through hell for all I've done

AeonMind: I'm on the rocks and off the rails and in constant danger so watch what you say son aint no fuckin game of scissors, rock and paper no matter what you wager, My plot's arranged one tick-tock away from watching flames burn across Australia Your prophets' failures have blotched and stained the cross you're nailed ta forget whatever they were and whatever you prayed for - save it, I'm not your saviour, there's nobody to save ya with your eyes wide shut, fast asleep and determined not to wake up discarded like the thousand heros you've forgot the names of watch from space and satelite lock your ray guns I'll never admit defeat or drop the sabre I wanna chop and change the fucking station swap the stale and straight-up ostentatious and until every shady deal is taken off the table I'll continue to slit the wrists of reality with occam's razor I am the Lord of the Flies Die, reborn, suicide Morgan Macmanus: They're creepin up ,can't keep me stuck, but deep down I know they want ta unfuck myself and I'm back in the clutch gutter's gut I need help to get up from under, rape pillage plunder, pirates with roadmaps to where you wander, further than your furthest wonder embalm spirits, power hunger dead eyed doctors have got ya hand over your power, i'm your mother thanks ma! well now that I've got ya here's a block to use as a pillow while I rock ya You say I can't eat while I work for free? Fuck me, take my signage back to the streets begging in the belly of the beast where you don't mean shit if you aint clean Family trees organ-done the beast hack me - slashed being bred to build up seniority success - a glimmer in the eyes of death AeonMind: busted on the hustle, grumbled stomach till this dude gets cash you can't make an omlette without a few eggs cracked for every dollar you make, when you get taxed there's a dollar they take, it's time to loot their stash nothing to show day’s done at the coalface, nothing to show but that huge debt racked nothing to show for he's adept in the old ways nothing to show in his two left hands nothing is new, struggles are due with dues today, dues due to go unpaid, so dues get stacked in a crumpled accordion folder, dumped in and hoarded holding only his blues sweat and useless facts so tired of the violent primates climbing his blood-wet back and furiously chewing the flesh from blue to black, nothing but truth in sway when noosed necks snap personified struggle of the many while the few get fat. I am the Lord of the Flies Die, reborn, suicide I am the Lord of the Flies Die, reborn, suicide I am the Lord of the Flies

Fill me in - do me over throw me in to the ocean untill the end - til it's over, throw me in to the ocean take a deep breath in, we're going to below the things that you think you know, I'll tear you open your constricted thinking is narrow scope of vision restricted field you see you're not the only one one moment of weakness leaves you broken and speechless you never really wanna know what total deciet is mouth open to preach this exposing the secrets combing em over with fine tooth (find truth) mind's thrown into seziures giving hope to defeatists, you aint alone and this beast is over the leeches the sober and dreamless local eliteists torn this four leaf clover to pieces too gross for the squeamish on permanant recess social media gives new social diseases bitch-packs of rabid dogs choking on leashes my thesis woven into code so no-one couldn't read this Believe in whatever you want to believe in i believe i'll have another drink from my bottle of secrets I've been through the deserts and now i'm onto the beaches if knowledge is an ocean then throw me into the deepness Fill me in - do me over throw me in to the ocean untill the end - til it's over, throw me in to the ocean take a deep breath in, we're going to below the things that you think you know, I'll tear you open your constricted thinking is narrow scope of vision restricted field you see you're not the only one let us stalk the scene, cos this is where the fiends walk sporting a mean jabber jaw for sweet talk I'ma vent bile til this spleen's sore trust the wrong friends in business and the dream's gone outlined in street chalk but i guess that's what you get for believing in a green horn nothing happining on these quarterly reports like "yeah that's cool... i'm getin used to being poor" pay your fee? what'd you earn your fuckin fee for? the cd sales i'm hustlin at the queensport? glad we're off that fuckin see saw where you hyped us up 'n left us hanging like a busted screen door stare in disbelief, gawk, i'm bringing this back up like a bottle of cheap port it aint the first time someone's been sold a bunch of beans and been jacked on a fuckin beanstalk

fuck this industry of two note one trick ponies phoney lip-sync owning bullshit fiction spitting acting lesson coaching fuckin' roaches in the kitchen feeding off a carcass I'll call it as it is... I've got less than zero fucks to give I've got less than zero (fucks) less than zero (fucks) I've got less than zero (fucks) fucks left to give now it's what you see and what you're told, and what you're force-fed to like bow down before the feeding trough as they fleece the sheeple and bleed the hogs while they feast upon the fiendish plot where every song you love's been recycled, they never want another motherfucker to rumble, to come bring the thunder cos they've seen the light I've seen the lies every one of their puppets should be despised read between the lines how do you motherfuckers even sleep at night? tried to bleed me dry convinced you'd seen me die well I'm back from the ashes a little pissed off and different but get locked and just watch this phoenix rise fuck this industry of two note one trick ponies phoney lip-sync owning bullshit fiction spitting acting lesson coaching fuckin' roaches in the kitchen feeding off a carcass I'll call it as it is... I've got less than zero fucks to give I've got less than zero (fucks) less than zero (fucks) I've got less than zero (fucks) fucks left to give corporate fellatio at the sight of the dollar signs got em greasin their lips sign right upon the dotted line, get sodomized till you squeal little pig never gonna get your pockets lined with rocks and ice and i'll give you one more reason to quit double underlined you're all undeniable fake, posturing pieces of shit this is disrespect - i'm splitting heads I'm judgement coming for you me the vicious, vexed - you the living dead the nothings copping fortunes I'ma twist their necks til they disconnect or fake their deaths with prescription meds pour a little chlorine in the genepool the time has come to disinfect aint no mistaking the waves that I've been makin' no aint no mistaking the waves I've been makin' I put up with all i can take of you testing my patience aint no mistaking the waves that I've been makin' no aint no mistaking the waves I've been makin' I put up with all i can take of you testing my patience IGLTZFLTG IGLTZFLTG fuck this industry of two note one trick ponies phoney lip-sync owning bullshit fiction spitting acting lesson coaching fuckin' roaches in the kitchen feeding off a carcass I'll call it as it is... I've got less than zero fucks to give I've got less than zero (fucks) less than zero (fucks) I've got less than zero (fucks) fucks left to give