oh lets quit these bedroom politics
coz they arent going anywhere
until my senses are sick of this
undeniable lack of sexual forte

blank
off
rain
pull

well I retracted my last bit cause someone got there ahead of me, so here goes nothing

blank
off
rain
pull

Trying to think back but the mind's a blank
It seems my day is spent slacking off
And now I stand outside in pouring rain
I'm getting kinda bored, pull my hood and cough.

twelve
days
bottle
city

It's been about twelve days since I saw you
Oh how slow the days go by when you're by yourself
Is everything still bottled up inside you
It's so cliched it's like a little city on a shelf.

tell
unspoken
putative
revealed

tell the truth
of your unspoken lies
so your putative faith
revealed broken ties

You
Forgot
The
Words

****it

There you are, my innocent cancer
A demon, an angel, my murderous dancer
Consuming, advancing, the key to my heart
Your words in my blood, in my blood from the start

my
true
north
Mexico

heh heh, spring break baby

My own hands, my own hands
I was true to my word as I choked your neck
And slit your veins, facing your head to the north
Smearing the map with your blood, to pull you down to Mexico.

Happy
Laughing
Children
...napalm

The happy little kids cannot see
I am laughing at their minds' simplicity
Children have your fun, but please watch where you run
You fuel the mad man's social bomb, fuel the fire with your nepalm

I
Officially
Hate
Myself

and again i am alone to wonder why
officially the end of another concealed lie
but ill never apologise for saying i hate you
why doubt myself, when we all know that it was true

why
bother
with
this

its an impossibility not to wonder why
a bothersome conjuctive reality evades me
pass the peas, with some subjective lies
this is what it seems, the freedom bell cries


beep
bop
rip
off

Beep (Fiddy fiddy)
Bop (Ho)
Rip (Bling bling)
Off (Ho)

^ 50 Cent's latest hit.

Down
Drowning
Clawing
Past

hehe, ^...funny

Drag me down to the depths of the hell you create
Sit and laugh while I drown in the flames every day
Look at me, see my pain, ask yourself why you hate
Just you wait till he comes, then its your turn to pay

I
need
another
drink

i sojourn-when in rome
do as the romans do, fulfill your needs
another one bites the dust, the razor-sharp dust
drink up! your soul on the rocks - this one's on the house

cataclysmic
gaeity
tepid
technicolor

:D im having a great time.

Cataclysmic stereotypes, a nation against you
The gaeity of life long lived is nowhere around you
Tepid savory cyanide, the door that could free you
technicolor fantasies will show you the way

compunction
rue
Hell
Heaven

my conscience knows no compunction
no rue, nor compassion.
impaled on hells gates, i still lack regret
for i will forever cherish killing the heaven-sent

have
mercy
on
me

Leave it all to have it all
mercy, death, or fame
put on your routine suicide
detach me from your name

how
now
brown
cow

ahh, the fing hath come full cirle

how do i play,
now, without sounding gay
writing rhymes that sound sh*t brown
with the words how, now, brown, cow

i'm
a
pretty
princess

i am left wondering how
Konrad did not use now
he did manage to use brown
utters are the tits of a cow

candle
light
opera
dungeon

A candle guides my way
as the dim light fades
saying nothing at the opera
seeing nothing but this dungeon bay

way
family
keys
running

sporatically you lead the way
join the family - of thoughtless wonders
keys and locks no longer differentiate
between running and walking, you go

note
the
fickle
role

ella f hit a sour note
the world is about to end
that mistake makes many people fickle
its may play a pivotal role

friend
belt
loop
death

friends make good cut-throats
gird yourself with the just belt
loop the noose around their heads
suicide beckons, homicide prevails

hope
cringes
from
annihilation

i hope that the shrub loses this time
cringes occer when i hear it's name
hearing loss is far from dead
saddam hussein's annihilation

your
you
yoyo
yo

Your voice is ringing through the dark
You sound more of siren than of lark
Like A yoyo im rising, ready to fall
Yo, nobody wants you, or needs you at all

Always
being
Left
Behind

It seems like I always
Wind up being the one
Who gets left
Way too far behind



There
Happen
Time
Fade

i know im over there
and it always happens here
maybe next time ill make it there
before that intricate web of lucid conscience causes this spark to fade

crayola
friction
halo
scale

Easily depict your crayola drawn life
fiction and falsities, fiction and love
Your halo can't help you, well... not in this life
Just look up above you, just look up above

I
had
sex
tonight

I hope you are all glad for me. (I would be if you got some)

drawn with crayola
friction between paper and pen
yellow halos the masterpiece in mind
the scale of reality is fading

open
falling
lazy
death

sorri u beat me
can't think of one 4 next...

i sometimes question your motives
you knew you had all the time in the world
sex-induced ignorance is king of your hill
can't things be different tonight?

passion
vivid
opaque
khaki

This passion
is it vivid?
In my eyes the path is opaque
a khaki bluh ahead of us

Open
petrified
coronation
guides

wasn't that an eye-opener?
i was petrified to say the least!
thank God the coronation is finally over!
and now the wind guides my feet.

consistently
blue
secretly
red

I consistently consider that you never knew
I was beaten and broken, bruised black and blue
You secretly did know but just didn't tell
Your red showers will show you the way to your hell

and
you
Brutus
b*tch

And I had to play my own words
to fetch you out of lyrical game hell
You all like Brutus turned your backs on the Fing
or maybe you think I'm a bitch for bringing it back...

laundry...
what
the
hell

bedazzled-laying down the maze of dirty laundry
enstrangled by what i cannot see
the blank picture book tells an important story
hell is here, and now, you see

conspiracy
flags
the
navigation

In the darkness of a shadow
Everyone designs their own flag
And the new eras dawn
But there's no way of navigation through the battles

didnt flow too well.. bah..

Better
Inside
Worse
Outside

This empty home has seen better days
You've never been inside its ill-fated ways
You've never seen how it is, how we are
Just stand outside, far away, very far

in
the
space
between

beauty lies in the eye of the beholder-lie
you'll understand as you get older-die
the space between truth and reality (is)
the space between flesh and fantasy

sycophant
lipstick
vicarious
scarlet