Come On Guys, Do I Really Smell That Bad?

I've always wondered what you're doing here.
Like corpse-less coffins in the ground.
Flawless hand-carved lumber.
Free of death, free of deterioration.

This cemetary has ten-fold the coffins as it does bodies.

I would covet your status, however I have a purpose.

I carry a corpse, a burden, but in the end, you're the empty one.
But in the end, you're the empty one.

DENIAL.

I carry a corpse, a burden, but in the end,
You'll find our purposes are the same.
And you'll be the next to be stricken with the stench of death.


Santa Didn't Bring a Pony This Year.

With blood on your hood and flesh in your grill,
You don't fool yourself,
But as fast as you drive,
You trick the rest.

YOU ARE FAKE.

All eyes on you.

You are fake, all eyes on you.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found.

(Won't it be awkward however,
When someone else decides
To speed with you)

No worries though, people avoid the truth.
You're insecurities are safe from the hordes.

FAKE. FAKE.  ALL EYES ON YOU.


The Commitment

You should have seen the look on your face,
As you realized your existence
Was the pavement you dove for.

Dear Innocence: I have one thing to say to you:  DIE.

Your own persistence, your own demise.
Where should you go from here?
What brings you gratification now?

PERSISTENCE.  DEMISE.

Oh, I saw His face in the light,
And He said to me "Son you must rise.
Rise above what you've seen tonight,
What you've seen in this life.
Rise above my son, and fly.
Light a flame no one can deny.
Declare to the masses what's wrong and what's right"
Now I drop to my knees and cry,
My entire life is nothing but a lie.
My GOD, it's a lie.

It's the plank in my eye
That magnifies the speck in yours.