1. Take What You Can Get
2. Drama Core
3. For The Crown
4. Poison Paradox
The Lesdystics
Take What You Can Get
Will I try to convince myself that the world's
getting better. As long as we're living we're only growing deader.
Times are lost and spirits have been tossed. And the roads ahead
of us are ones we've already crossed. And the stories that were told
were dry as a bone. And the stories that were left to tell we tell
all alone. Stuck in first gear, am I ever getting out? Will
someone please tell me what it's all about. Blowing up, looking down.
Think I'd be better off left on the ground. All this wasted time
that's ruined our lives. Minutes turned to days and days turned to
nights. Absent minded, fucked up. Puke, drink. Sick and
in bed. Think I'd rather be sick of you instead. Blowing up,
looking down. Think I'd be better off left on the ground. All
this wasted time that's ruined our lives. Minutes turned to days
and days turned to nights. If we admit defeat then we've already
lost. We've thrown away the efforts and tossed out the cause.
As I lay awake cause I'm staring at the wall. I'm ready for the set
up, but I'm taking the downfall. My only option in this life a reality.
Taking on the punches. Death a formality. Maybe sometime I'll
figure it out. The clock is ticking, times running out. All
of my life showing some doubt. Will someone please show me what it's
all about. It's about repression, keeping down the man. The
one that knocks you down and doesn't let you stand. It's about your
choice, the choice is yours. Yelling, kicking, screaming til your
voice is heard. It's about time, time is running out. Time
to pack your bags cause your running out of doubt. No way, never
again. The connections have been severed and never will mend.
Blowing up, looking down. Think I'd be better left on the ground.
And just when you think that you're just about to snap, you take a look
into the future and think about the past. Remembering that life ain't
shit at all. Life will get you down whether you rise or fall.
One person in the picture. The canvas is still wet. Your life
is up for bid. So you take what you can get.
Drama Core
Drama-Core. Drama-Core. Stupid filthy
gossip whore. As the stories start to pour. When will you realize
we don't want you in our lives? At six years old you felt your first
emotional scar. When your best friend kicked your ass at the monkey
bars. Never understood the drama that you spread, but always believed
the rumors that you were fed. Taking cold shots. Seventh grade
sometimes hurts. Picking up the drama and leaving down the dirt.
Living your life at the drama high school. All the kids are talkin'
shit and the faculty too. Drama-Core. Drama-Core. Stupid
filthy gossip whore. As the stories start to pour. When will
you realize we don't want you in our lives? Now you're grown up and
you know just who you are. And you're livin' your life good and it's
goin' good so far. But your boss told you this and your best friend
told you that. The world's up on your shoulders and it's just about
to crack. Work is just a haven for what you missed at school.
With the drama that you preach when you're tryin' to look cool. It
never ever left you. No you didn't miss a thing. Your existence
on this earth is for what other people say. Drama-Core. Drama-Core.
Stupid filthy gossip whore. As the stories start to pour. When
will you realize we don't want you in our lives?
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For The Crown
kissed inhibition goodbye. she blankly stared,
understandably scared. in some cellar of celibacy she yielded to
me. framed my poetry. but the well's drying up now. crapshoot
for the crown. blood, a dry sponge morale. not one red page.
dreams plead rage. she blew the conch of my consciousness.
my futile distress call. up in the downfall. but the well's
drying out now. crapshoot for the crown.
Poison Paradox
how are we supposed to handle being dealt an unfair
deck? don't you feel that spectral noose tightening around your neck?
scholarly path or poverty's wrath. pick you poison paradox from the
dead grass. day after day, we try to endure. that for which
there is no cure. so who is now responsible for turning this shit
around? ghosts that hold the offices to our young hearts, hold no
ground. guidelines in disappearing ink. written without our
consent. we'd like to meet your standards, but we can't afford the
rent.