Ive got a novel full of words Full of stories and characters You'll never meet I've got a diary of broken Inappropriate unspoken Philosophies I've got a calendar that doesn't have A summer or a spring It just goes straight from the winter To the fall I've got some spaces in my timeline And redacted memories It's like there's no proof I was ever There at all Heavy with all that I've ingested Swallowed down but not digested Waste of space Out of breath, my ears are burning While my bloated stomach's churning In its place I'd typically just vomit everything Up onto the stage Binge and purge and binge and purge Ad nauseum But now my muscles seem incapable Of working that way And now I'm losing all of my Trust in them And it's fine, it has to be fine Cuz there I was but here I am With no account for my lost time And it's fine, it has to be fine Cuz it was stolen by the circuitry Right out of my mind I'd tell you everything I know about it But it seems that I forgot it

I’m alright for now But in an hour I just don’t know how I’ll be feeling, how I’ll be dealing with stuff I’m okay today But I’m worried that tomorrow it’ll go away And I’m scared I’m not prepared quite enough Because it’s hard to take good care of yourself When everybody thinks that you don’t deserve it It’s fucking hard to take good care of yourself When everybody else pretends to be perfect I’m not bad, I’m flawed I’m a human, hate to spoil the facade I can bleed, let’s not be so severe I’ll survive, I hope I think, I don’t know, I’m just trying to cope With depression, with the stress and the fear Because it’s hard to take good care of yourself When everybody thinks that you don’t deserve it It’s fucking hard to take good care of yourself When everybody else pretends to be perfect And they won’t say it to my face, but they wish that I was dead We’ll just agree to disagree, I’d rather be alive instead It’s hard to take care of yourself, but I’ve got help with my health And as for everybody else, I wish you fuckers well

These fucking fingers are for everyone who thinks That it’s okay to bully people over politics These fucking hands are for the people who believe That they can shame a person because they see a therapist Nobody’s ever going to listen to you Consider your views, if all that you do Is shit on everything Nobody’s joining your team Believes in your dream, cuz you only seem To shit on everything You shit on everything You shit on everything You shit on everything You shit on everything This fucking music is for people who agree That there are changes we can make to our society These fucking songs can be ignored entirely By folks who only want to be the new authority Nobody’s ever going to listen to you Consider your views, if all that you do Is shit on everything Nobody’s joining your team Believes in your dream, cuz you only seem To shit on everything You shit on everything You shit on everything You shit on everything You shit on everything You may be active But it isn't activism You're making enemies When we cannot afford division There's no forgiveness Not a chance at redemption You offer only dogma And shit is your religion

I’d like to give you an open-hand slap to the face I’m upset about nothing and everything I don’t care where, let me just make a mess of someplace And I’d like to fall from the sky like a fucking Avenger Hit the ground with my fist till it buckles and blisters Kicks dust and debris onto dozens of strangers I dream of smashing a glass on a wall at my work Just the wind up, the pitch, let it fly like a brick Let the sound echo down every hall and be heard And I think of steering my car into oncoming traffic Not to die, just to try it, to just feel alive Just to see if there’s magic in whatever happened And I’d like to be the next hurricane into New Orleans Because cities build under the sea level shouldn’t exist No matter if they seem important And I’d like to trigger the earthquake that sinks California Let the continent slide out and under the tide And if possible let the same happen to Florida I’d like to program the first reproducing computer Give it fear and religion and self-preservation And the zeal and the passion of a white male mass shooter And I’d like to bring on the end of the world as we know it Whether sci-fi or climate, determined, divine It is time that we finally throw out the bullshit

What's the matter with my TV screen? What's the deal with this messed up dream? It's hard to say, just look away What's the matter with the daily mail? What's the deal with the place for sale? It's all okay, just look away Nothing is wrong you just, gotta carry on I'm trying to define the confusion Nothing is wrong you just, gotta carry on But I don't think we share this illusion What's the matter with the dogs and cats? What's the deal with those goddamn hats? They're shades of gray, just look away What's the matter with the party lights? What's the deal with the foggy nights? Enjoy your day, just look away Nothing is wrong you just, gotta carry on I'm trying to define the confusion Nothing is wrong you just, gotta carry on But I don't think we share this illusion

Grandpa was a Nazi-killer, he did what must be done But uncle wasn’t fond of Hillary, that’s why Nazis won Cousin’s most concerned with liberty when it comes to guns But Grandpa was a Nazi-killer, he did what must be done Auntie was a life-long pacifist, thwarted Vietnam Uncle’s fine to just sit back and just let them drop those bombs Cousin’s looking down on activists, thinks they’re causing harm But Auntie was a life-long pacifist, thwarted Vietnam Mother was a social worker who tried to heal the youth Uncle’s an Alex Jones web surfer who doesn’t want the truth Cousin is a vocal lurker who loves a good dispute But Mother was a social worker who tried to heal the youth Daddy was a nonstop fighter cuz he knew that he had to be Granny was a whole lot kinder than her kin would let you believe Brother was a punk rock writer, wound up a lot like me Daddy was a nonstop fighter cuz he knew that he had to be

I believe that everything is getting better I believe that things will be awful again Cuz as long as this old planet keeps on spinning It will keep on giving birth to evil men I believe that money isn’t worth the trouble I believe that if there’s winners, some must lose Cuz as long as we are bred for competition We’ll be trapped inside a race we didn’t choose I believe that there is hope left for the species I believe that we can make it if we try But instead of making changes to the system We need everything supporting it to die I believe that there’s a flaw in how we’re programmed I believe there’s fear right in our D.N.A. But it seems there’s also something there recessive That lets people overcome the common trait I believe we have a chance for coexistence I believe that it’s a monumental feat Cuz as long as hate is treated as opinion There is just one choice: control, alt-right, delete Cuz as long as hate is treated as opinion There is just one choice: control, alt-right, delete

She said she'd pray for me, turns out she didn't lie What would she say for me? She didn't specify That rascal god, he got the message and he went and read my mind I saw a game to play cuz I'm a smart fellow I thought the same as Ray, I thought of marshmallows But ol' Jehovah saw right through it and so here's what he did find He saw this goddamn place is killing me and I can't stand these people They're all ignorant quite willingly and can't tell good from evil So Father, hear my prayer tonight we're Go-morons and we're Sodomites We need some fire and brimstone or a good old-fashioned flood - all right (all right!) I am an honest man, God knows I speak the truth He was astonished and He knew just what to do He was my own deus ex machina when I needed Him most He saw the Christians who do not resemble Christ The Republicans who don't fight for civil rights I wasn't his most ideal candidate but I could be his host He saw this goddamn place is killing me and I can't stand these people They're all ignorant quite willingly and can't tell good from evil So Father, hear my prayer tonight we're Go-morons and we're Sodomites We need some fire and brimstone or a good old-fashioned flood - all right (all right!) Everything will be alright (everything must be destroyed!) Everything will be alright (everything must be destroyed!) He said exactly when the heavy rain would start I'd get to pack some friends aboard my rainbow ark And sail into the future while the rest of humankind was left to drown I'd have to make a list of those who would survive Knowing that all the rest soon would not be alive But I could see their bodies once again after the water all went down Because this goddamn place is killing me and I can't stand these people They're all ignorant quite willingly and can't tell good from evil So Father, hear my prayer tonight we're Go-morons and we're Sodomites We need some fire and brimstone or a good old-fashioned flood - all right (all right!)

When the rains began, no one understood It was emptying the skies and the water would rise So much higher than they thought that it could First it took the coasts, then it flooded the plains But by the grace of God even the peaks in Colorado Weren’t high enough to still remain Oh, how they tried, tried to survive Rich men and women scrambled to their boats But they ignore apocalyptic lore Because only ours could even stay afloat Other ships went down, passengers all drowned But we were dry below the deck, rum parties and pets And before long we were the only around And we were making plans for how we’d want to live All we needed was “everybody should always do the most good” And we discussed how many fucks we should give (One! Two!) We had no fights in forty nights The philosophy so obviously clear Oh, how we wished it hadn’t come to this The solution didn’t have to be severe But this is how it was, and it was such a shame That the architect, with his building intact Let the whole thing dissolve in the rain And what was left behind would be a fresh clean slate And we could still call it America But we could finally make America great Again

I'm imperfectly alive Just like everyone I know I'm trying to be better Than I was a year ago We just always seem to be More than just a little stressed We try our best but it's hard When we're all anxious or depressed Is it every person Or just people I'm around We deal with everybody's problems but our own We're fixing one another's heads And stand on one another's legs It's lonely but we're never quite alone Shit tends to make you sick And we're all drawn to it like flies It's no surprise, that's how our Social lives are organized So, I just can't make the show I would like to see you all But I'm not well I'll just stay home and take care of myself Is it every person Or just people I'm around We deal with everybody's problems but our own We're fixing one another's heads And stand on one another's legs It's lonely but we're never quite alone So give me one more sad punk song That I can relate to, and commiserate to So give me one more sad punk song That fits with my anguish, that's speaking my language We're getting better but we've got a ways to go We deal with everybody's problems but our own We're all the same in that we're different Unified by what we're missing It's lonely but we're never quite alone

You heard a song on the internet It reminded you of how you're not done yet A telegram out of Germany It's an ugly world but doesn't have to be A language you only sometimes hear On a night like this it's sounding bright and clear The task you've always had inside And you cover it up but you should have more pride The attitude of an angry song Doesn't seem so right but who can say it's wrong The airing of your aims and ills Just a cheap replacement for the real deal pills A beacon draws out a few undead Well, to paraphrase what the shrink once said You're story is that at least you tried But there's something else and you should have more pride So you made somebody smile once You made somebody's night And you advocated violence You were all part of a fight Then you self-imposed a silence Gave up and just dropped out But it doesn't need to always be The thing that you're about So you heard a song on the internet And it lit the path towards a future set The lanterns brightened up your face Don't you look much better when you're bathed in grace You've got much more that you can give And besides it beats the alternative When the tendencies of fear subside You'll be on your way and you should feel more pride Now that righteousness and hate have died You are filled with love and you should feel more pride

I always find life easier In the company of cowards The ones who lack the courage To ask you anything that matters Who have a hundred questions Without expecting any answers Who convince themselves they loves me When they're little more than strangers And I need someone to know me And I need someone to know me I'm when you're laughing Working hard to get along While I'm trying to find the punchline But the timing's always wrong I still haven't found a corner Of the world that I belong Except between the intro And the outro of a song And I need someone to know me And I need someone to know me And when it comes to legacy Your memory will ignore me Just a couple fights and melodies Surviving to speak for me No one ever talks about the way My hair looks in the morning No one ever talks about the days I spent fearlessly adoring And I need someone to know me And I need someone to know me