Pacifier little boy dreamer boy do you remember walking on your father's shoes? who says those days ever have to end? they can't make you do anything you don't want to. just sit there and suck your thumb. they think you rot in your boredom but who knows? who really knows what's right? you might hold the key in your fifteen-hour dreams. grumpy man silly man throwing stones in your glass house and you cut yourself on the broken glass. do you need to see your mother now? you clench your shaking hands into fists to swing at the faces that peer in curiously at the sad soul giving up inside. it's dark and starting to rain outside. is it time to renounce christ? don't think you won't be missed

AOLTimeWarner slow down angel you'll burn out if you're not careful we will find pieces of you all over this wretched town so slow down...

Where To Go you've got your children trained they know right where to go if they need help or answers guidance or a friend: the television and its destructive numbing glow! a babysitter built to be there ‘til the bitter end. your children know where to go. their moms and dads done told them so. and when they bring a gun to school for show and tell make sure you blame yourselves. born of a microwave and raised on videogames we're all just waiting for mom and dad to get home and when there's tragedy no one steps up to blame the moms and dads who left their crazy kids alone. and when they overdose and commit suicide, look who was with them when they died. we need a change. we've been asleep for too long. when children keep dying, we must be doing something wrong.

Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs sitting and hoping and dreaming just dying and rightfully so, i'm not even trying, so why not kiss this gorgeous world goodbye? the world is out working: just pushing and pulling and wasting and fruitlessly attempting control of all the internal signals that scream “THIS IS WRONG!” i am just like everybody else i am rotting on the vine and i'll get what i deserve in time. it's all too beautiful. it's all too much. lately, my urge to murder has subsided and my suicidal thoughts have collided with all my thoughts of fucking every girl. but i'm just confused, i'm a wreck, i'm a waste, i'm a monument to unemployment and poor taste, masturbating with a handful of razor blades. it's all too beautiful. it's all too much. it's all ugly, and not enough. The title of this song refers to a cereal that Calvin eats for breakfast in Bill Watterson's “Calvin and Hobbes” comic strips. Bill Watterson is a genius, and if you haven't experienced his work yet, you suck.

Skipping Church oh, these filthy dreams. sometimes i feel like i belong inside a cage, to keep you safe. so much nudity, and girls turned inside out, and there i am in the middle of it all, skipping church. i cannot wash my hands again. this time i'm leaving the light on. this time i'm telling you to fuck me harder. oh, these filthy urges. sometimes i can barely restrain myself from tearing my clothes off and waiting for someone to just jump on. fuck these shady “godboys” who claim they have never given in, and fuck the old fags who told them not to sin. i will not wash my hands again. this time i'm leaving the light on. this time i'm telling you to fuck me harder. this is the last time i'm gonna tell you to watch that mouth boy. yeah, watch those teeth, and baby, you be sweet... This song is for Rachel “Crotchel” Goheen. She understands it, and if you've ever skipped church, you might understand it, too.

Icicle don't make me cut you. there is no light in my eyes. don't lie. i scratched through the surface, i carved out my name. where we stand is what i'm worried about. how you live when i'm not around. the things you say that scare all of our friends away. she's starving something awful, she turns the lights back off. no smile. the ice has been melted but the drippings are drowning us now. where we stand? well, i'm forgetting us now! memories like bodies buried in the ground. memories like bodies rotting in the ground...

Nutsack Math well, i know you're the type of girl who wants to get out and see the world. you never want to just stay home. well, if i could, i'd bring the world to you, and there'd be too many things to do. so, overwhelmed, you might settle for me. i wanna be as important to you as those photographs of hawaii. you're never leaving michigan, just deal with it. it's tough to jerk off without my hands, it's tough to fry eggs without a pan, but i think i'd be just fine without you. so i forgot your birthday again? well, big deal! now you know just how i feel every time you forget my name. if one more person asks me where you are, i think i might just bite off their nose! oh, you're not a good person!

Mickey and The Goat Man why try and make sense of this moment? just own it. enjoy it. suck in oxygen while you can, laugh louder, and shake a stranger's hand. don't try and save this world, she's a goner, and our children are already dead, they just don't know it yet. yeah, we're all headed for the same basement suite. it's a joke. it's all smoke and mirrors anyways, so why not huff your brain cells away and carve your initials into a pig's face while he begs for his life and prays that his family is safe? ...masturbate with the other hand for a change. The title of this song refers to an old Disney cartoon, for no reason whatsoever. Suck it.

Sweet Tart kissing all their pretty faces. holding all their pretty hands. making pretty promises that i can't keep while making pretty shallow demands, like “just be mine”. i never wanted to hurt you, but look how easy it was! i am every other guy. i am just like every other guy. walk away if you see me coming smiling up your way. i might bite. i might break and bruise and scratch your heart someday. walk away if you see me coming. i've gotten good at talking bullshit, ‘cause bullshit seems like all she wants to hear. hold her hand, run my fingers through her hair and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, like “just be mine”. love is an easy word to say. i say it everyday....

The Best Dinner I've Ever Had caught on fire and closer to death than he's ever been. he can't catch his breath. he can't beat out the flames. he's got no energy left, like in a video game, only no extra lives. he's no artist, he's just unemployed. look at the long list of people that he's annoyed. he used to consider all of them friends, but then he had to go and show them the real man inside. the one who can't keep it together. the one who knows that it's all burning down, so why count heads? the buddy system will just fail again. so many drugs, she can't remember her name, but she remembers not liking it anyways, so forget that girl! now she'll just be jane, and spend the rest of her days looking for tarzan. she's the monkey in the middle. she's always torn between wishing that she'd never been born and wishing that she'd never started doing porn. there's just too many fucking tarzans. this is the last cumshot that ever hits my face. i'm headed for that special place where the drugs are free and my grandfather waits to take me out for the best dinner i've ever had...

Cry For Help i don't want to move away, but i don't want to rot in this town. i don't wanna change, but i hate myself. i don't want to make you happy, and i don't want to make you mad. i don't want to fall in love. i want to cut you open. don't it make you sad to know that i want you dead? i want to kill myself. Even if someone is just being cheesy and melodramatic by threatening to kill themselves, shouldn't one still take that seriously? Isn't any talk about suicide kind of serious, even if it lacks passion or articulation?

Dick Joke i used to wish that i had someone. someone to kiss and hold me close. but now i have you right here and i never dreamed that it could feel so meaningless. i just wish you would go away, preferably today. exchanging words of varied truth. what i meant to say when i said “i love you” is “i love you when i'm inside, where i can cum. where i can hide.” but now i'm bored and tired of this empty lie that you insist on calling love. you don't need me you need more therapy. there's nothing between the lines, babe. no great mystery. i just wish you would go away, preferably today. i'm not angry, i'm not sick. i'm just another worthless prick. but now you're gone, and i'm so sad...

Fiction i never meant to tell you the truth. i never meant to steal your powers. when will the gods take me away? it's a shame about your pretty face. everyone says i belong here, and girls like you need stories to tell. so what felt wrong turned out quite well, and the citizens have nothing left to fear. when did you become such a stranger? when did my words begin to hurt you? i just want the world to come to me. i'll take what's behind the curtain. this gun isn't even loaded, and guys like me never follow through, anyway. “this is the last insult, today is the day!” and then i roll back down and keep myself. shame on me. shame on you...

Gun Enthusiast sees in red, the knives they hold up to your throat are dull. don't you fret, even goddesses can lose control. sees in red, keep your enemies tied in a list, then you'll see the pen is more swift than your clumsy fist. jesus christ was a carpenter, and he was crucified. dick nixon was an average guy, only televised. sees in red, you're oh so sexy when you get this mad, and when you yell, your sister tells me you sound like your dad. sees in red, years of preparation sometimes fail, and then you're left with years to reconsider everything and read old mail. mickey mouse, bright white gloves, no fingerprints. poor cindy, prostitute barbecue. we haven't seen her since that strange, strange day...born in december, born in may. you can stay over if your momma says it's okay. down for october, dead by june. you pitch shift her and she still sounds good out of tune. sees in red, at least there's people who want to see you fry. it's so much worse when no one cares whether you live or die...

Lovebirds girl with a wicked crush on her father. she likes the way he moves, and his voice crashes like thunder in her ears. scream bloody murder, scream “take me further!” ‘cause mama isn't home, and even if she was, what could she do? ‘cause you can't stop love. no, you can't stop passion in its tracks. you can't tell a baby that her feelings are wrong when she's been taught that daddy knows best. take me for ice cream, buy me a sweater, and i just might suck you off in the car on the way home. a family portrait: mom looks so happy. and that is why you can never trust a photo, because photos lie. there's nothing wrong here. this is no “tragedy”. let's let these lovebirds go to bed... I've, for a fact, learned that things aren't always as they seem.

Pixieslovecrows are your pipes still frozen, brandy dear? is your safety belt working again? this cold cannot compare to this distance that i feel in making me just want to stay in bed. i want to hold your hand as i get sick with you again. i want to hold your hand and have trouble sleeping again. before the spring months melt away the snow, i want to shovel your driveway again, and until i stay again, i'm carving in my skin a line for everyday i spend apart (no) i WASTE apart from you. the words on the screen save me momentarily. a little bit of pressure for the bleeding. leaving you is like waking from a dream. This song is for Brandy Beerens. I love you, Brandy.

Semen Stain you can count on me to always be unpredictable and carefree, unemployed and overfed and killing time when i'm not in bed, and speaking of bed: it's where i like to fuck , i sure like to fuck , would you like to fuck ? or maybe we could just get some sleep, i sure love to sleep, unless you want to fuck . don't mind me. i'll always be the one you need but never see. if i had the guts, i'd cut it off. i'd let the blood spray over me, and as i bled to death i'd be the man that i've always wanted to be: five minutes without wanting to fuck , or wanting money, or wanting to die, just wanting to stop the bleeding. a simple plan for a simple guy. but instead i just wait for last session's semen to dry so i can start again. they say one day i won't crave anymore and i'll spend the rest of my days remembering when. i am fat, so full of lies. my early death should come as no surprise.

SMK sister mary katherine your eyes have given you away. you really aren't so tough are you? all our formal meetings had me believing that you were inhuman. well, it's good to finally see your human side. being poisoned is better than being burned alive. being poisoned is better than drowning.

Tiffany's Gun you fucked up once, you're gonna fuck up again. only it might be a little worse this time. just think of all the people that you've hurt. you can never take back those words you said. you can never make up for all the wasted days, and you'll waste more as you wallow in regret. first times, last times, and goodbyes. you can see the edge from here. ...This song is for my friend Tiffany Gordon and her lovely gun. God bless you on your dark days, my darling.

I've Been Lying This Whole Time hate for the page wide empty space more scum to break my face so proud to be me so proud to be dumb so proud i can make her come but where do i go? it's all me, me, me and killing silence with sound and running it all into the ground everything's been done nothing feels right even suicide has lost its bite where do i go? it isn't free and it never was! it never was!