give me the gun
and i'll fix you up.
give me the gun
and i'll fix you up.
give me the gun
and i'll fix you up.

the tinman sent his resume to the local chop shoppe
only to come home with another hole for a heart
he spewed oil by the gallons till he finally dropped
when a drifter came a long and put him in a shopping cart
he sold his shiny armor to the refinery
just enough scrap metal for about seven fifty
now strolling the rusting streets of this twisted city
half holding his bottle now half empty.

todays lesson will be brought to you by revenge
my lack of a spine
and the pills i just thought about shoving in my mouth

it began with no bang
your heart was an organ
and your arteries were clear,
my name is nicholas
the alarum bells woke me
and i rose in panic
as i always do
then i blacked out
as i always do

but this day was different

it was a sad little corner i painted myself into

you told me, "if there was ever a time to show any sort of emotion, now would be the time"
"now get up."

fear: what a wasted emotion that drives everything into brick walls all around the world at the convenience of none. Im sorry but maybe we shouldve stopped evolving at single cells. we'd be better off.

Ive been angry at the world for the past two days and i have the right to be this way. I once believed that positive had to balance out negative but now i know thats complete bullshit. fuck what you know. forget the things youve learned in books. the shit youve been brainwashed with and the ads your face is smothered with. Destroy something beautiful. Its not the first time you heard it.

Its only a matter of time.

now for the beehive: a single, honest, bee. when life revolved around honey from birth, he dropped his pickaxe and ripped off the head of his leader with his bear hands. it was said he ate it too, the rest of the hive instantly swarmed around him. what began as revenge for his bloodline, now seemed to be the action that would end his life. but to his supprize they bowed and welcomed their new leader. he gladly took the throne and told his army to destroy the sun. he sat in his lonely throne and finally got the rest he deserved.

we nailed the remnants of last night to the ceiling thinking we might see a sign.

we were damn wrong.


colonial mustard drilled out his headache with 250 watts of cold hearted mistakes

ms scarlet choose to charge it and drowned herself in solid credit logic

professor plumb sold his shame in the name of science only to find there is no silence

mrs peacock starved her flock in flight from her recent heartthrob

mr green shot off his mouth and gave guns to his sons in spite of the blood

mrs white bleached her off her skin and in every room she bashed em all in.


some like it hot
the rest just like it.

dear god,

please dont let me drown with the rest of these idiots.

so after an eventfull 7 day death march, i think its finally come to a halt.
There's been parasites in my second home
and a very brief nervous breakdown of sorts
There's still so much to do and so little air left
hmm...look to the skies, i'll be there waiting.////

Alright, here we go:

"listen:"

just give me a minute, i promise i'll come back. i always do.(11:03)

(12:20)- the next day and im still not in the mood.

(6:55 pm) - coughing up a storm, cough syrup doesnt do anything but make you trip
not that im sick, well i am but in the head sort of way.
fuck the time, it has nothing to do with me. We dont talk anymore.

ive been drinkin on the job again
despite the hazard sign i am
i sing the night into its wane
in space between my beloved paycheck
and why ive been drinking it away

there. thats all i have in me today.

(this works well too a low hum)

low and low, ive been diggin for the reason we hunt coal
gold on gold, weve been rushin for the season to shine so...so
b-b-b-but
im just not too proud of
the roots ive been hackin up
along with whats left of my lungs

sew me shut, im flushed and closing shop
oh the shame, i just want the feeling to haunt me
so grave