What is therapy
but in a sterile box.

Think about it for a sec..

Crashing on inside
and laughing on the out.

I can hear their voices
from the motionless chair.
A complete stranger
with a blanket stare.

I begin to sink farther
into the couch,
It's a lonely feeling
without a doubt

Anxiety, Bipolar, and Depression
is what they say.
The minutes on the clock
are so far away

Why do I just sit there and stare
and ramble on like
the therapist cares.
Maybe it helps then
Maybe it doesn't.
My hour is up
Now pay the deposit!!

Here we are living in the land of the free,
Divided by contemplation,
Rooted in disinformation
and told what to do by polticians
that thrive in confusion and disassociation

This isn't the land of the free,
it has become the land of corruption,
deception, and disease
Suicides on the rise as well as
crime on the streets.

And don't forget to pay your taxes please!!

What happened to the red, white,
and blue
I don't recognize it anymore,
it feels more like a bruise
When I turn on the TV,
they are just lying on the news.

From the concrete jungles to the
small town slang
When you turn around it is just
bang, bang, bang
Death on every street corner,
Its all the same ole same

What a big effing shame!!!

Oh, you didn't pay your taxes, now you are locked up in chains

Battered, shattered, torched and burned, the lessons from our history
we never did learn.
Look up the flagpole,
the flags' in distress.
Look at each other,
we created this mess

There was a garden of un-thorned red roses
protected by un-imaginable silvery- pink cages
fenced behind the stony stretched
rib-like walls
they said fumigation on roots and petals are necessary

but he took my hands and handed me a lit-ciggerate..

I really-really-really wanna take you home,
Tonight - tonight - yes, tonight.
You would feel relaxed when you spend the night,
With me in my bed - in my bed.

I really-really-really make a promise to you this evening,
Tonight be unlike any other you'd ever see.
You would feel the joy when you spread your pretty smile,
Watching me sink in my bed - in my coffin.

First I'd kiss into your mind a termination signal,
A signal which is mine.
I promise it'd be painless and clean altogether,
Death comes sooner.

The blanket over us will be our gravestone,
Tonight, yes, you try dying.
Try dying tonight in peace and love,
With me, in my bed - my escape.

I promise to take you away to a realm,
Tonight you'll enjoy dying.
Die kissing the lips of immortality,
With me in my bed - my abode.