Lyrics: Never bury me, just burn my body and then carry me My ashes inside a necklace where inherently I apparently provide some good luck Or something mystical and stuff, but take my sincerity sparingly For I am truly unsure if I’d like to be down in the dirt Or have my ashes kept well above the earth I ponder this now without dreaming I am awake and anxiously awaiting A new creative birth to achieve a greater sense for my own self worth I should make this chorus line into a shirt But instead I'll just flirt with my ego some more and try to overcome Even though I'm feeling dumb, and out of touch I'll polish up my blades so I never get ate up Keep my head above the water while I'm searching for life's bluff Pile denial until it scrapes against my gut Carving layers into the of this carnal layers fluff Until its dissipating and I become displaced, miraged Hidden behind funky persiflage--Demigod, holding this rod Lit with lightning cast down from ancient MODs Nodding off, naughty cough, no voice to talk No glands to rock, been bloody shot, Medicine's in the cabinet, but I think it's locked My mind AWAKE! Electrocuted by my headphones…by my headphones Astral project, connect right to my headstone Keep it under wraps I am massively passive But I come strapped just in case with blade in backpack Proud of my outlandish perspective, even though no one respects it It seems its now just the state of our Earth To act open minded and puff up your girth, trying to serve Crossover naivety and nerves But then when the time is nigh you run and hide, a prairie dog down into the dirt Rip off my shirt to your my worth my conscience and ties to birth As I lie here and work the timeline that’s twerked Our history got merc’d and now it’s all merged So take that, and douse yourself with gas and burn Cellular re-learn to earn the life yearned for Tapped out at the realization of four walls erected With nowhere left for me to turn My mind AWAKE! Electrocuted by my headphones…by my headphones Astral project, connect right to my headstone Sometimes water is alive, and when it is… It asks for a dead man’s head, a dead man’s head

Lyrics: Excited to feel something before the mind melts Before the bad, inside from out forming habits of the sad Radically absurd perspectives everyone has had So I just laugh at the fact I am surrounded by the mad Ego psychosis, I know this, controls us Released from the guise of our guides The insides and remnants mines Where sheep hide and string flies But they still cry wolf, and he still comes When push comes to shove Grabbing dementia to entice this new found love We threw doves, into the air along with mud And let it be, let it chug Along the road we found narrow, filled with fluff The coffee window, showed a single cup So we went inside to try our charming luck Turns out there was happiness within Our pocket full of change and slightly torn buck Now inside what greatness could this building hide? Carving hides and flipping eights Skating sixes, floating by so many fixes Figures and vices cancerous knife hits Recluse inside eyelids hiding myself away So I can get to mix my elixirs And turn you all to frogs before you get the chance to say hey mister Excited to feel something before the mind melts Before the bad, inside from out forming habits of the sad Radically absurd perspectives everyone has had I just laugh at the fact I am surrounded by the mad I am surrounded by the mad - I am surrounded by the mad - I am surrounded by the mad Surrounded by the people Made Alittle Different, man Get out of my face while I scribble equations all over the walls of this office space Just to displace all the water around me, penetrate the ground Earthquakes to retrace the empty takes Where I’ve only yet to begin the second pass away The fading say with linings grey the sky is signing fakes Aligning postulated thought patterns makes me feel so carnivorous I’ll choose to wear a cape with others struck with awe in an awkward gaze As I’m strolling on through those pearly white gates So in this life, and until that day I venture away to decide my own fate Wild as a man, eccentric, obsessive compulsive ridiculous reject dad Vape synapses linked to the act requiring me to take back Letting words and my life crumble and contract My dimension peeling up, void and cracked Such rarity defined no wonder all my posts are getting flagged Stay true and stay on track just keep focus on the task Excited to feel something before the mind melts Before the bad, inside from out forming habits of the sad and self Radically absurd perspectives everyone has had I just laugh at the fact I am surrounded by the mad I am surrounded by the mad - I am surrounded by the mad - I am surrounded by the mad Surrounded by the people Made Alittle Different, maaaaaaaaan

Lyrics: Saw scenes before saw seems to have seen that Mad Max had fiends Choosing which limb to cut clean years before jigsaw ever graced the silver screen Dirty, beat down motors simply blown to bits Live to learn to race to earn new world respect Race … towards…death You already know that I go berserk while I’m smirking’ just a tad This time about a fond memory from my childhood that was very rad Merely because I got to watch an R rated movie ya, Sitting there with my dear old dad It was about a crazed, rebel, anti-hero named Mad Max (Rockatansky) A man faced with the side of life I was not accustomed to at this age Many scenes with me super freaked, mind swelling up and out of it’s seams Brutal loss of wife to an early rev head takes 1 and 2 then 3 Can’t watch as her last breathe leaves Still think of what I’d do if it was me What would you do…What do you believe? Leave my brain to search for new relief, no morals on this road to hide and seek Toe cutter, no fucker, I’ll show you sucker with my sawed off and a head full of rage to put you under The ground as I pound away on your chest so that every drop of blood makes a sound Replenish supplies before the next town with the liquid from your lungs oh wow, and now Just for good measure, for good luck I cut out your tongue ‘cause you talked too much Wear it round’ my neck like a road warrior, V-8 charged hubris out on the prowl (Fuck the Acolytes) Hold onto the last thread of moral code, but were still men, Never immortal we all still die with broken bones Here’s what we’ll do if I ever find you on this wide open paved path Handcuffed to the wreckage, you feel the heat pass? Time delayed, to stress the rage inside my tame take on this anger that you made So cold, suppression of my feelings, a shell of who I used to be that day Drive your life to places condoned; this outer territory so vast, with engine afterglow After math of how I drive and drive further into the unknown