Well, since no one in my FUCKING Live Journal is giving me any constructive criticism, I'm posting these here. Tell me what you think.
Fast Parts
You're safe now, but safety's so undertoned
locked in fear-creating Stryofoam
Scroll along the TV to channel four
to rummage through the deaths born this hour.
All those pieces don't quite fit the puzzle
so you make them into faster parts.
Bottle my bottles and make me more advanced
re-wire my mind and make me more relaxed
Take the chance, make me more advanced.
Round-up time for the old and dumb
they're not quick enough to run along
Round up all the young and genius kids
but they're not ignornat enough to choke on this
It's the age of the morons so jump on in
I'll save you a seat and some Ritalin.
Bottle my bottles and make me more advanced
re-wire my mind and make me more relaxed
Take the chance, make me brand, fast, and new
create me into another you.
It's the age of the clones, so time to conform
I'll save you a probe and I'll keep it warm.
The Final Solution
The exploding sun perishes in despair
all life vanishes into its core
Our hands grasp stupidly at what's gone
the dying light slips through our pores
And all I see is black on black
a vortex haunts my waning thought
Flowers send their demons to eat the green
my childish fears unleash their screams.
So unlike yesterday, so like tomorrow
So unlike mystery and so like predictable
...So like we knew it all...
I'm sorry my pollution killed the star
apologies are worthless when you cannot see
Rebuilding monumental relics with frantic hands
only to make them unreal like this tragedy
And all I see is yin on yang
destroying his white and making it dark
Macho men can't turn back the clocks
to bring back all this wealth we've lost.
So unlike yesterday, so like tomorrow
So unlike mystery and so like predictable
like everything I'm preaching...
like everything I'm losing...
So unlike yesterday, so like the day not gone
So unlike mystery but so like the fate we never wanted.
Schematics
He's drinking beer while performing surgery
pulling my strings to fire up my heart
It's getting kinda repetitive
wronging the wrongs
so he's drinking my blood to piss me off
and getting drunk off of my mistakes
But he knows all my insides
and he's traced all my white lines
But I'm waiting, oh I'm waiting
to take my blueprints
and build my airplane
to get away...
Now he's playing with matches near my hair
pulling the strands to fire up my brain
It's getting kind of annoying
having his hands cut through mine
as he gets drunk off his lost self control
But I know all my insides
and I've traced all my white lines
But I'm waiting, oh I'm waiting
to take my blueprints
and build my time traveller
to run away...
His sorries are written in the dust
blown away by this anti-trust
So he fucks me up, I fuck up again...
I want to run away...