-Home Sweet Home-

I’ve got something I want to get off my chest
This room has had a lot of memories
Some good, some bad, history’s been had
And I still can say home sweet home
For just this once can we abandon bitterness?
And bask in these moments, and just forget the rest?
Come on kid, who are you trying to impress?
By growing up so fast and leaving behind all your friends

I wish these stars would align
The way the streetlights do in this indiana sky
But in the end when it is time to choose
You know that I would never choose you, choose you.
Growing up in this town can be a drag
Everyone trying to get out, I’m trying to get back
Home, I know my ambition will kill me
But in the end I just need a few simple things

This is my home, these are my friends, there is a sound inside my head. And if I just can get it out, I could pass on without doubt, that there is hope, an ultimate truth, things beyond me and you. I’m not there yet, but I’m closer now, I’m glad I sat here and wrote this down.




-New Colossus-

Give me your tired, your hungry, your poor
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
so I can watch them wither away under the warm wings of empty beliefs

you carry the keys, we'll carry the chains
we've got the braun if you've got the brains
we've burnt all bridges and severed all ties
ready to take the bullet and pay the price. (sacrafice)
this may be the bystanders soundtrack to the war between heaven & hell, it seems to me.

give me the wretched refuse of your teaming shore
I'll refuse to aid them in dire time of need
send these homeless, tempest-tost to me
so I can rifle through their pockets for their refugee fees

you'll be the masters, we'll be the slaves
you'll give us rules, that we can obey
you've read us our rights, with no chance to wave our goodbyes
we'll be found guilty, despite our most cunning alibis
with empty hearts we'll face this new order, now complete
with rage and love just in time to face our greatest defeat

oh hear me, mother of exiles, father of bastard children
I seek asylum, from this broken world
a new babylon has been forged to grant you sanctuary
a new colossus emerges with spirit to vanquish all enemies




Weddings and Funerals

There'll be time to sleep when we're dead
these eyes have seen your world and
I hate this place and these people
this face tells tales of smiles and frowns

I'm an orphan and widower
my heart beats for things my conscience scorns
save me from old age and wearing health
save pity for the old, and envy for the dead

Some of us will die
some of us will kill
some die before they can live
some have no story to tell

Weddings and funerals
give me rest and give me forgetfulness
give me open road, endless miles
get me the fuck away from this place

I hate you because of the much needed sleep you've robbed me
things won't fall into place like I wish the would
and my red eyes are killing me.



-You're out of your element, Donny!-

Everything is covered in rust
goddammit it's been a long winter
it's hard for me to hold my tongue
when I'm crawling out of my fucking skin

listen, you asshole. I'm trying fucking hard
listen, you asshole. To not fuck this up
got average intellect and a full heart

I'm trying to have a heart, build a soul
but starting from scratch is difficult
I apologize for all the bullshit. Excuses.
Bury my bad habits and predispositions

I am just my fathers son
not holding signs
not holding guns
not hurting anyone
and even though his pictures in his wallet
are no longer my own
I'm still his son.

Listen, you asshole, this is my fucking home
listen, you asshole, I've got nowhere to go
this space is mine and mine alone.


-Say Nothing-

Look at me with my tail between my legs
(Jealousy)
trademark of a small mind
I know the part all too well.
Assuming that everything I touch
Will always be mine.

I never thought I would be this scared
Wish sudden wind would take me away
I wish I could’ve had faith
Like you.

I was born to be a martyr for nobody
I’m sorry
I tried my best to ignore it
To forget
To leave everything.
Children and fools always speak the truth.
(and I’ve never heard a lie out of you)
I would rather tell one hundred lies
Than explain myself one fucking time

If you have nothing to say
Say nothing.

New Colossus
Give me your tired, your hungry, your poor
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
so I can watch them wither away under the warm wings of empty beliefs

you carry the keys, we'll carry the chains
we've got the braun if you've got the brains
we've burnt all bridges and severed all ties
ready to take the bullet and pay the price. (sacrafice)
this may be the bystanders soundtrack to the war between heaven & hell, it seems to me.

give me the wretched refuse of your teaming shore  
I'll refuse to aid them in dire time of need
send these homeless, tempest-tost to me
so I can rifle through their pockets for their refugee fees

oh hear me, mother of exiles, father of bastard children
I seek asylum, from this broken world
a new babylon has been forged to grant you sanctuary
a new colossus emerges with spirit to vanquish all enemies

Ambulance Chaser!
If you feel that you need a name brand to have meaning to your life
then you're a battery to control and your life is a fucking Lie
billboard ads with well-aged men throwing little red dice
a nice weekend get-a-way from the kids and the wife

you buy if you can, you buy if you can't
further in the hole with every penny you spend
you purchase your will to live, your a dependent, an addict
you've tried to stop again your gonna relapse, yea!

you're corporate music is not the soundtrack to my life
the logo your ramming down my throat isn't how my youth is defined
passing suggestions and wise words on how to live your life
take these bullshit commercial lies as sound advice
the pressure to buy can force the best to crack
our ability to self-suffice is under attack
don't search for the truth, by buying their lies
don't be fooled by these sharks and their disguises...

Empty Vessel
I've held my fair share of signs
I'm searching for something more
I'm so fucking washed up...No Hope! No More!
what will our lives mean?
when does this nightmare end?
is the painful past, going to repeat itself, again?

can't tell who's an enemy, or who's a friend
is this the beginning, or is this the end?
freedom. a new start or a new fucking trend.
we are empty vessels my friends.
so just read your paper, and watch your news.
because you have no choice in this new world, and you were never gonna choose
too busy chasing the american dream
you've been infected by the national disease

We are not just breathing
dying pieces of meat
we are human beings
and I wish that meant, something.
I hereby renounce my faith
in this human rat race

Who will fight???
who will run???
when the one...
world order comes?

Factory Life
You're all so fucking fake. take some pictures with some friends
hat cocked to the side,with your trusted corona in hand
unconsciously living life, these college parties make me sick
you'll live between the 9-5 , and what you can spend

In 10 years you'll own a business and beat your kids
you'll be a fat, drunk, washed up piece of shit.
How does it make you feel to sell yourself short
buying in feels so good when you've got all the cash in the world, now.

Maybe if I wear this shirt and style my hair
you might give me a chance and for safe measure
I'll work a job I hate and I'll wear a tie
I'll buy a nice car, and I'll live your life

I can't contain my hatred
for the life you've chosen
and what you've given up
you are not the friend I knew.

You'll forget all about the shit we pulled and the shows where we let go
and you'll forget about me and you and eventually find some sort of home
in mediocrity and giving up the fight, and making payments on some kids and a wife
forget about ever having the desire to live this meaningless, unsatisfactory punk rock life.

I hope moving on feels just as good
as our fathers told us that it would
you'll tell your kids you that did what you could
and that you just weren't meant for this world
I'm sure you'll wonder where the years went
I'm sure you'll worry about how they were spent
and if you made the right choices back then
I know you'll always wonder what could've been.

see you in the funny pages!

12 Steps Back
Was my life a question with no answer, Doctor?
and my life is in control of a higher power, turn myself over
so he can heal my wounds and make me whole (hole)
whole as in complete, not the hole I'm digging myself out of

step one, abandon all faith in myself
turn that faith......into something more manageable like loss of hope.
Step two, believe in Jesus Christ, He can make me right again.
Keep me away from this sin, and quell my urge to drink.
my soul is awaiting some form of alcoholic salvation, Lord.
are you there? sorry to bother. just figured that I'd let you know that,

I've covered 3 through 6...and now I have to right all my wrongdoings
this wasn't a part of the contract, I'm not one for apologizing
Getting hammered and destroying things never bothered me at all
but apparantly the court system does not agree with my shameless fun.

Step 9, repair all the shit I broke when I was blacked out
too bad I didn't remember, or manage to write them down
skip 10 and 11...they can't be important at this point.
and I'm too drunk to care about 12...

the system obviously doesn't work for me...
but its not like I'm trying to not Drink.
Hi, my name is Mitch, and I'm an alcoholic
who will never recover...or remotely give a shit.