I’m seeing double amongst piles of rubble I guess that’s the trouble with my vision my dreams Nothing ever comes of these late night slums I’m too numbed up and dumb to be the chosen one I’m much too young to think I could ever fail But I’m a bum and a drunk who could never make bail So I sit in self pity in a one man cell Jotting down plots to take shots at myself Self depreciation is my only self defense And a little self destruction is the next sensible step From the next room you can hear my regrets As I hack up the horror and try to forget Apathy and ignorance is how I justify My lack of progress and the death of my pride I become disillusioned from movements and ties Drain my brain of pain and replace it with a lie/Happy Haunts Long walks Pep talks by the fire Deep breath Slow death Petty theft forced by dire situations In this hungry hurried plan For salvation From the suffocating hands Of domination The walls they strongly They are healthy they are swift with the pounding of their fists They are stealthy carving rifts with their dutiful demands Drawing lines in the sand, divvying up the land As we weakly wander off the edges of the map Attempting to adapt to a cancerous host Trying to make the most of the spirits we invoke Holding hands with the hopeless holy ghosts Of our fiend’s dead dreams of our friend’s starved gleams Endings seen without illusion to a means All of us actors are stuck in our scenes Wasting away or seizing the day Expecting progress to appear In some picture perfect way To take us to a place with no borders to invade no guns, no grenades no brutal police state no wage labor slaves no prices to be paid we can bargain and trade we can keep each other safe we can dismantle the state we can overcome the hate We can cooperate till we rest easy in our graves