Chemical Burns

Veins like a roadmap, black cold grasp on a throat

That won't hold back old habit, Kodak moments go past

I wrote stains on a toe-tag, old man made me so sad

That no taste of the Cognac or Prozac antidote, twist my skull

Off with his head, head like a hole

Nine Inch Nails pressed to the bone

Exit alone, try and fail, life inhaled dead to the world

Ethanol on your pedestal, churn chemical burns

Hurt worse than skeletal, so skeptical at first, perfect

Cursive in Hell, sweet silver bells all seem to say "Please go away"

Demons will play, eating away, new young and old, food for the soul-

Less that you know, the less that you feel

I'm cursed with intelligence I can't heal

Kneel, kill, death to the bourgeois, proletariat with the new song

Noose on a bony neck, loneliness, opiate and a bruised jaw

Allah's not, nobody owns me, no job, robot, no cold feet

No God, only strong no home, no soul sold so-so so long

Watch the paint peel

Slow as the burn you feel

Break the heart you never should've

You can bury anything

In the woods

I'm a live wire in a dead world, I'm a good boy, but I'm a better girl

Eyes closed, finger on the trigger, one inch different I'm free

You're a widow, liquor liver, Suboxone under my tongue

Private numb, one more time for dying young

I had fun, watching father try to run

But he left a black hole inside his son

If we're being Frank, I'm an average Joe

Cop shop, Jake and Johnny, Jack and Coke, your tsunami of only

Honesty couldn't even reach the back road

So how do you expect to drown me

Dumbfound me or harm me

You and what army, are we clear, I'm here

In a rearview mirror, coming to a theater near you

To steer you away from your fears

Stage bound

Usually it's break-a-leg, she told me to break a heart

I didn't know what to say exactly so I walked away

And later thought I should've at least told her thanks

But that's how that goes, where the grass grows

There's a past in the time capsule, I'm attracted to its shadow

Every last drip 'til I'm flat broke

Let's make this storm feel clean, coward man war machine

Sour plans, plots and schemes, rotten fruit, rotten dreams

Thoughtlessly, I told a lie, nothing I won't do to save my own behind

I'm a live wire burning dead inside

But I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead until I've died

Yeah, cut your wrists on a blade of glass

I can't change my past but I can kiss the now and make it last

Take out the trash, crash, burn, another relapse

Turn, rehash me perhaps

There's an in-between smile and frown behind your mask