.backstabber.
lying bastards
decieving fuckers
you are a curse
violation
kicked in the head
when i hurt the worse
my body boils with
both anger and confusion
thorazine is such
a bitch to endure
i wanna rip your
fucking head off
you desecrate
all that i pure
stab me in the back
enemy
and to think
i fucking trusted you
you never cared
like a fucking doormat
you wiped your feet
on my dignity
so what
you caught me
when i was down
i must have been blind
to think your actions
constituted any love
liar
apologise till your
throat is sore
youre not sorry
cover your tracks
like you did before
no not any more
the drugs im taking
dont calm me anymore
i sit in angry depression
im worse off
than i was before
you fucking pig
i dont forgive
i dont forget
my minds set
i hope youre proud of
what youve done to me
you never fucking cared
backstabber
are to me in many forms
my best friend
hitler. jesus christ. the law
fuck all you cunts
you shat on me
i hope it happens to you
maybe youll understand
how fucked it really feels

.cosmetic plague.
[originally by rudimentary peni, 1982]
being honest is no means of survival
avoid your inner feelings like the plague
this is what it takes to comply
with the images this structure will acomodate
but things arent what they seem
when they are partially hidden behind
walls of pretense built for peace of mind
the barriers between us are forever maintained
by acceptance of the roles
others choose to define
in a world of competition
lifes portrayed as a contest
where we are forced to live
by making makin gains at others expense
but no ones really gaining
when perpetual conflicts
the result of our relationships
based on pretense
we dont need this cosmetic division
it upholds the self interest of which the system
a deconditioned consciousness
of mutual respect is the only way
to cure this cosmetic disease

.stress builds character.
lifes been swell now i want to die
my body it hurts me sigh after sign
i call it torture you call it life
a slave to money and everything i despise
like everyone in general
fuck eat sleep destroyi am a disposable being
who will fuck all life
i multiply and the air gets thinner and dirty
i take up space
i smell
i consume
but i produce nothing
i abuse
i have no reason to exist
the toilets clogged in this world o shit
i breathe filth everyday
living fucks up my brian
why? why must i wake up today
my eys are heavy
why? why must i see your face
your life is ugly
why? why did i buy into these things
i dont want them
tension. tension
frustraton. alone
tension. despair. tension
all these pressures on my life