Helmet

Tight security
Looks that challenge
Savage end aid food chain balance
Even the fabulous can't avoid
A random attack to pass a
Boring night

Blue habit sap my strength
Fleet of dump trucks line my street
Bludgeoned to death or shot in the head
Murder down the hall
That green monument won't prevent death

No one said, no one's safe
No one said, no one's safe
No one said, no one's safe
No one, no one's safe

I could have swore I gave my wedding ring to you
Among the chewing gears you taunt me tear
Elements are still alive, shake from ear to ear
Pez are gonna let it slide, gonna burn
What cotton decides are appellee
My main oven drive he took from
under what's come over me.

That's the logical explanation
Destruction might assume charge or feed belief
Passing time again, fun out on the street
That's still juvenile preoccupation

Standing buttholes, the line goes down the block
Familiarity is more convincing
Funds available erect the monument
Dead is dead I guess
What's the cost of a head?

That fills your head but you're good for that

Tone of the repressed, enthusiastic anchor
Local "bite" saved a worm
The aim to sate then
Thank 'em

Taken

Another gimmick to reach your
Need to consume
Sentimental appeal try a
Sand lagoon

Taken

What are you doing watching family TV?
Inviting Jesus you're singing to me
Twelve again now it's Geisha-to-go and go
Shit, shower, shave, sit and watch the show

Young man waiting for a pig heart
Might die tomorrow or get a brand new start
My unemployment check must be lost in the mail
No life without it, It's the last on sale

Get a life

Color scheme, say you discussed
Cherry pop tart frosting now I dress you up
Sit down little doggie, mouth open real wide
Dream a big plate dinner, fill you up inside

Best selling advice now you're famous
Fortune earned, this time it's painless
Light's out, show them your peaceful grin
Confess, step up and shed your sin

Say you don't hate

You fix your smile painlessly
Your face, strain you can't recognize
So sad pushing that nervous state
Your brain, you lost it you can't get in

Say you don't hate

Colors vibrate in me
He sings about me
Rock gods aura found TV

Inner glow shit, peaceful harmony
Turn your happy camp away from me
Rainbow bodies vibrate, so absurd
Thanks for your concern you saved the world

I open my mouth to talk about me
I'll follow you around
I'll talk about me
Boring stories, I talk about me
I never understand
Nobody wants to hear it

Born Annoying

Another slow numb
Another saying
Deaf-mute dancing
I bore some lady
Let me tell you
Let me talk some
About my girl about complexion

Born Annoying

Affected by what you had lost
They're not the habits
You'd protect at any cost

Blur the details
Of your hand
Anything your barren conscience can't defend

The limits of attention span
Successive thoughts you don't have
But you still pretend

Keep on talking anyway
Protected by what you know
No one will ever say

Because you can't be pure
You're self-assured

Yeah

You can
You can
Can, can
Can
Noo

Primitive feeling, primitive way
Getting closer to the primitive day
Intuition wherever it goes
The primitive day, the primitive way

Primitive feeling, primitive way
Getting closer to the primitive day
Follow the feeling wherever it goes
The primitive day, the primitive way

Embrace the motivation goes
Passed off as unintentional
One look showed you had to think
Eat this and say it doesn't reek

Right

Make room you come with open arms
Talk fast before the greeting starts
Incensed you know you need t know
Whose scene you made you didn't though

Sad

Taste of the month
Voice for the cause
Make room you come
With open arms

Consolation don't account for it
Healing helpless want to look
Like this
Bet distraction whips it out of you
Pay to see it suck you down
There too

Don't walk

One fuck now boost my self-esteem
One weak not a word sounds comforting
Beg forgiveness started back again
One for me said dig it deep
And then...

You walk

Your self control might be a muscle spasm
New direction isn't everlasting though
Grope for straws you've got to plan
This week
Then the crutch dissolves
When she walks too sweet

Ration of blacktop on the slope of
Nowhere
Came out to greet the unresponsive
Stare
Turn green with envy over something
You missed
You didn't know what when you
Fell down in it

Walk on top, you run beneath
The blacktop spreads
The blacktop spreads

I can't move her
Obsessed with protection
This is a bad idea
She needs affection
What, me?

Drive around town, forced to talk
Pass that church again
Where's a parking spot?
It's Sinatra's world
She just lives here
I hate everything as much as
I hate me

What's the best for me?

She doesn't see me
I don't care
Just move around some
And fix your stare
I had more fun
Took half the time
Cost three bucks, buy a magazine

What's the best for me?

It's no bad mood
It's a look you thought might kill
But you knew better

Wake up cold
Do you know you're not dead?
Make the same mistake
You've lost your head

Rearrange events again
Let them suit your next complaint

Self-absorbed
You're all wrapped up
So deep inside
Just think bland thoughts

Dragged behind someone like habit
Say complete, say sycophantic

Rude

Suffocate, won't let you breathe
Could be worse, I might never leave

Rude