shackell

_It Takes a Village to Raise a Child, It Takes a Militia to Raze a Village_ VERSE 1: don't you know you're manifesting all this that we're protesting you're a demon through and through we don't want you to be you you'll like the smell of your own brand it's a language you can understand searing flesh to leave a lasting mark like some radioactive glow in the dark we dearly regret letting your thoughts roam free when we could have stapled them to public decree you are our dear child, you help make this town we'll annoint your thoughts with a castrating crown CHORUS: overmilitarised police rats running through the streets, oh-oh would you believe me please don't want to live on my knees, oh-oh stir the pot for future dreams bet tomorrow rests extremes, oh-oh it didn't have to be this way we could've built a better day, oh-oh VERSE 2: don't you know these orphaned ideas lost their simple answer panaceas perhaps if you had some to spare they could put down roots somewhere so many

on the first day of Death Wish, Charles Bronson gave to me... a revolver loaded to the t on the second day of Death Wish, Charles Bronson gave to me... two buddy cops and a revolver loaded to the t on the third day of Death Wish, Charles Bronson gave to me... three explosive slugs two buddy cops and a revolver loaded to the t on the fourth day of Death Wish, Charles Bronson gave to me... four trench stens three explosive slugs two buddy cops and a revolver loaded to the t on the fifth day of Death Wish, Charles Bronson gave to me... fiiiive feeeature fiiiilms four trench stens three explosive slugs two buddy cops and a revolver loaded to the t on the sixth day of Death Wish, Charles Bronson gave to me... six body armour scraps fiiiive feeeature fiiiilms four trench stens three explosive slugs two buddy cops and a revolver loaded to the t on the seventh day of Death Wish, Charles Bronson gave to me... seven gibbed creeps six body armour scraps fiiiive feeeature fiiiilms four

_Garrote-y Karate_ My poor head's getting so full, I wanna let these songs alight strong as trains of thought pull and move across parallax sight. I don't wanna know no nothing so here's just what I'll do, I'll plug my ears with gumption and pretend to speak the truth. You can put my thoughts together and string them like a necklace bead. You can curse it with bad feelings and then convince yourself it's me and while marvel and wonderment are quite brilliant all their own, I'd trade the wow and the high for a look at the how and the why. I feel the tension in my neck, I feel the ache deep in my bones. You can see I'm a nervous wreck, loving even when no one's home I'd like to offer a moment, just a precious bit of my time. I'd like to get it off my chest, this penny for thoughts worth a dime. I've been left upside down so long I forgot how things used to look and yet as I fight grim repose I've seen how Death writes in its book. You might think that sight would scare

_Mip-Map Claptrap_ what do you know about 8 bit going on like you hate it as though you had to taste it! acting like youth is wasted, maybe you just misplaced it. so its your turn to capitulate stamp out those chemical substrates all the running fizzle and plop costs the engineering shop shaving cream right off the top!

_what would you say to your younger self, chris cornell?_ Go do what you gotta do to see the needs of living deeds. Go take a look at that path even if that changes you when it comes down the line, counting numbers by their time. You'll need what you gotta need so seed what you gotta seed, go bleed if you're gonna bleed. If you're destitute a notion go cause a big commotion, then you'll have everything you seek.

_Until I Met You (And Almost Everyone Else)_ Until I met you, I used to think I had problems and would be found lacking reciting your mumble mantra humbly fucking up the tantra telling all the kids there is a santa living in every one of their minds and just maybe one of these days one of them will take up the mantle and then it'll be all at their feet to be brave enough to decide what is kind. Until I met you, I used to think I was cold and yet would be unable to b-line my mind straight from my stumble-heart stable to the point of grim, grumble and fables old in the joints such as Greeks would cast crumbled Fates where the weave annoints the ties providing a slice of dance and song into the ribbon streak (that came before your eyes) of those who dared believe that we'll myth you when you're gone. Until I met you, I used to think I was asleep and yet that's no compliment to keep, I owe my brother that debt, not you. Your strength of pride pales to his, no matter how

_To the Strike, Said the Nail (Hold Me Still)_ I've squandered so much love in my time I've been wondering if it's a crime I keep telling myself I'll be fine someday I'll have a love more than mine I'm not one of those people who wears their heart on their sleeve I did once, too long, as a target but now, I'm not so easily pleased Hearing this, you can be forgiven for thinking this is not the case for surely someone so plainly riven must be inviting people into their space Let me assure you this isn't about me at least not the way it would look it's not about you, our place in history neither of us get to edit that book It'll take more than a surface reading to have a good look at yourself on show as sure as its your blood you're bleeding don't take for granted you're more than you know So talk to yourself like it's normal you'd be pleasantly surprised the conversations you'll have when you talk to yourself like it's normal I have been counting down seconds to the strike, said

_We Gentlemen Three_ Gentleman, gentleman, gentlemen, there's no need to argue. We, the opposition, never intended to listen. They are really very affable these things you find quite laughable. You'll find he's an inevitable son. Don't curse, he's the ineffable one.

_No Bunny Fizzness_ I'm afraid to move somewhere that doesn't have a golf course! If you won't be my caddy, I'll seek an out-of-bounds divorce and if you want to speak against it I'll shut down the discourse while the rest of us talk shop without some bottom line remorse.

_B Sharp or B Flat_ be smooth be smooth be smooth as pitch in a press be smooth like a velveteen dress be smooth like the faded crack of whipped cream like nothing's sundered by a blast be smooth like a midnight sandman burnt to glass, turning sleep into slides of dreams be smooth like there's no stitch at the seam like your fantasy's come real at last be cool be cool be cool as ice on the lake be cool like you don't make mistakes be chill stay frosty when I disappear I leave just to conquer my fear be chill out of sight, like the cold of night like a tale of ice coming-of-age be chill like being calm is all the rage like a high altitude flight be sharp be sharp be sharp as cuts made by tongue be sharp like heroes left unsung be sharp like the prick of a rose-thorn harp like you know how to play the part be sharp like a wit that lands remarks it takes words right off the page be sharp like you're cutting up the stage like hope leads you in the dark be flat be flat be flat