Atreyu

tell me things... pretend you aren't the other, more pathetic presario. Not flighty... just empty. No two way conversations...

So he says to me "i swear if you don't get out my way I'm gonna slap your grand dad in the face 9 times till sunday".

I'm getting closer and closer to being a tenant of under-dirt living

In a pine tuxedo my decomposition will thrive; in the dirt as they dine upon my flesh, dung; in turn, back to earth

Full circle - ending to start beginning

Before my flesh is devoured

Maybe I should make good on that place

The dirt, you know

It needs to be less fucked off

About me

Upon my arrival in pine jacket

It's a need to be well received

And on my last dinner party:

Feelings are speakers most days

Expound, tell me things, I don't care

You're just a thing

Let us dine before death

Our last dinner party.....nostalgic like

So regular

Anyway

Let me talk to myself

It's all I have; you know

So, anyway

What have you to say this way clown face?

Stipulate some today type bullshit?

Pretend perhaps you aint something despicably judgmental

The c**t who runs morals

Jiggery Pokery

Declare "beneath me!" so you hate

How does that feel?

To pretend judge a mountain

From a mole hill?

Anyway, that's whatever...

Let's again talk about dirt

Never climb without knowing the rock

You risk much peril

And great opportunity

In caution lies the things you've always wanted

To believe you've always wanted

Be ashamed of that

I always listen to hear where you are

Will I find you pretending again today?

Say some more blind s**t...

Pretend I have no reason

F**k face captain hypocrisy

(I wish I understood jealousy)

Don't be mad

I am what I am

Everything you wish

(published)

Play it out on a sitar

Your rage

Your envy

Break beat the middle eastern

Pretend like.... you matter

Anyway

Presario in drab color

Mediocre madam and her fluffy trouble

Without a point we can dance and dance

On our graves forever

You wouldn't understand

It seems

With a purpose too shallow

I'll See you next Tuesday

Can't wait to hear you say the same things

F*****g yo-yo hypocrisy

Groupie mentality

Stay on the surface

You're f*****g dead to me

See you next Tuesday

You know who I am

I know who you are

See you next Tuesday....

If you would just visit my grave

It's a never ending story

Atreyu...(good 'n tight)