You lead a carcinogenic lifestyle, walk a golden mile each day so you can consume bourgeois spectacles, help shift capital
Your stomach's full of bile from all the bullshit you've swallowed, you'll never change your ways, stop murdering animals
You were care free for a while, but now you've got debt as long as the Nile, it's just as well because you never gave a fuck
Electronic yuppie, you spent all the money you didn't have on fancy gadgets, but now you've had it, your life's running out of luck
You're stuck in a rut, can't buy shit anymore, no iPhone app can save you from the anxiety you feel, the inadequacy, as alienation rears it's ugly head
Mount Everest of debt, how will you keep up with all the trends, when you can't afford to keep the power on, each waking hour is filled with dread
You're falling behind all your friends, you can no longer pretend that everything is OK, you had no regrets but now you wish you were dead
But suicide is too kind a fate for someone who's already dead inside, no where left to run, so you hide away your pretty head, go eat lead
Because you deserve everything you get, you plastic consumer whore, God's not coming to save you, he bats for the Halliburton Bush Cabal,
It's about time you fled back to flock where you've always been safe, you think you are free but you've only ever had a taste, yes, the world is cruel like Halal

The bullshit you've been eaten is enough to make anyone spew
What will you do when the man with the top hat comes for you?

Consumers of the world unite; join forces and take up the fight
Get on your horses, here comes another sale; things are looking bright
So do what you know to be right and support the economy; buy what you fancy
Do it in a hurry; especially if you are hungry for a bargain
Buy that special something; you could be in the running for a prize:
Consumer of the year; remember to be wise and get the right size
Or you may come to a swift demise; the result of one too many fries
Don't deny the addict inside; you know you want it and you want it now
It's ok to bow down to the gods of consumerism; it's not a prison
It's the essence of freedom; the reason why you get up in the mornin'

We're on a slippery slope towards a new age of fascism; the emperor still wears no clothes; rampant mental reductionism.
So this is how it goes: society hitting new lows; politicians with no back bones turning back boats.
Sharks in the moat to keep out desperate folk; it's getting beyond a joke; we like our eggs white with no yolk.
Two sides of the same coin, treating people like toys; off with their loins for they are raping little boys.
Stripping young girls of dignity; unable to see their humanity; as Reclaim Australia attack their enemies; keep it all within the family.
Of white-middle class progeny; no longer colour blind, they want to prevent the most heinous of crimes.
By spreading hatred and disinformation; slaves to the free market; we're headed towards a dark destination.
As we fire bullets into scapegoats: unpeople without a mainstream voice; cleaning the mess with white soap, kicking up a fuss and making some noise.
But we all still have a choice to dwell in ignorance despite evidence to the contrary or to wake up and fight our real enemies.
We all bleed red, we all need love and compassion, can't you see? Open your mind, sow the seeds of tolerance and peace, set your mind free.

I'm a criminal with the integrity you lack; fucking ethical as a matter of fact.
Time to get society back on track; anxiety eating away at you like a stab in the back.
You think they're on our side but they oppress you and strip you of all pride.
It's time to confess at the church of truth; don't you always feel dead inside?
As you abide by their rules, written for brainless fools; someone else's fodder; just another tool.
And you follow the latest fashions trying to be cool; but you're far from it; in fact you're sick.
A slave to consumerism; shopping is your passion; keeps you locked in prison.
It's time to abort mission; pull yourself back together like nuclear fission.
Time is now to make that decision; can you envision a better life ahead.
Without all the lies that we're force fed; when it's all said and done, you're better off dead.
If you continue to bow down; wipe off that frown; it's time to turn things around.

for some, crime does pay: it serves a function for those trying to escape society's prison
refusing to be just another victim of a fucked up system; trying their best to get even
after having been turned back at the gates of heaven; paradise for the fortunate few
while the majority suffer from poverty and insecurity; this story is nothing new
the isolation of the anomie cuts deep as they struggle to be free, only to be treated like shit
vilified by their enemies, who are unable to see the forest from the trees, always living in a fantasy
drowning in despair, they seek new avenues of relief from want; so they take another hit
of that which they know to cause self-harm, poison which gives them reason
to carry on in the bleakest of seasons, the execution of sanity in the face of insanity
some even turn to treason against the sovereign because they've identified their real enemies

If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the fucking problem. If it's the human condition to be greedy, then why are poor people more generous towards the needy than the rich. Maybe it's because they understand poverty unlike you who has never had to worry about money you fucking spoilt, selfish bitch. Safe in your middle-class cocoon, with all the cake you've been spoon fed. As you dance to the tune of self-indulgent consumerism, happpiness fills your head . You don't really need a reason to buy that nice perfume or the latest iphone. But you do it anyway; and you've always got more room for more cake. You say you love animals but you're so fake. What kind of an animal lover is a gluttonous carnivore. Savouring the flavour of cadavers, you're such a consumer whore. How dare you judge me, leave your fucking judgment at the door. Once a junkie always a junkie, your endless bitching never ceases to bore. It's not my fault that you're fat or lack the cash to buy the designer crap that you covet. Why are you so bitter and spiteful? You know what. I've fucking has a gut full of your hypocrisy your double standards and your love of hate. And your selfish tendencies I simply cannot tolerate. And if it's money you yearn for then you're gonna have to wait. For you know constant poverty and is every junkie's fate. And if the reason you cake on all that make-up is to make you look pretty then let me tell you thats just silly if not sad. To be honest it makes you look like an ugly tart trying to hide your insecurity.

Only cowards kick a hobo when he's down on his luck.
And spread rumours about him all about town.
It's enough to make even the most placid monk scream and shout.
Because they think they know exactly what they're
speaking about.
Yet they omit crucial details, tell tall tales; yes hyperbole prevails.
I've been drifting aimlessly in the red sea, lost without a rudder or a sail.
And sometimes I not sure what the difference is between being a male or female inside.
The sins of the father are forgiven but will never be forgotten; a matter of pride?
He was never when I needed to learn how to fight
Off bullies who take advantage of my kindness, makes me mad and resentful inside.

Take anything more you want to take from me; there's nothing left for you to take.
I don't mind because at l least my mind is now free; kill me for fuck's sake.
The truth liberates us from the media's deceptive ways, washes away the rain.
I can see clearer now in each and everyway; getting stronger each and every day.
I'm sick of my big brother; wish he'd leave me in peace and alone.
And I love my mother to death even though I don't express it in the most effective way.
I'm about to dig up the bones she left for a rainy day.
Like a dog that's been starving to death due to cruelty and negligence.
And changes that occur came about by no accident.
No, I'm not insane, nor playing games.
I have found ample proof that Israel has set up a spy base in the Golan Heights to keep innocent people in their sights.

THE GOLAN HEIGHTS

Only cowards kick a hobo when he's down on his luck.
And spread rumours about him all about town.
It's enough to make even the most placid monk scream and shoot.
Because they think they know exactly what they're
speaking about.
Yet they omitt crucial details, tell tall tales; yes hyperbole prevails.
I've been drifting aimlessly in the red sea, lost without a rudder or a sail.
And sometimes I not sure what the difference is between being a male or female inside.
The sins of the father are forgiven but will never be forgotten; a matter of pride?
He was never when I needed to learn how to fight
Off bullies who take advantage of my kindness, makes me mad and resentful inside.

Take anything more you want to take from me; there's nothing left for you to take.
I don't mind because at l least my mind is now free; kill me for fucks sake.
The truth liberates us from the media's deceptive ways, washes away the rain.
I can see clearer now in each and everyway; getting stronger each and everyday.
I'm sick of my big brother; wish he'd leave me in peace and alone.
And I love my mother to death even though I I don't express it in the most effective way.
I'm about to dig up the bones she left for a rainy day.
Like a dog that's been starving to dearth due to cruelty and negligence.
And changes that occur came about by no accident.
No, I'm not insane, nor playing games.
I have found ample proof that Israel has set up a spy base in the Golan Heights to keep innocent people in their sights.

I'll be the first to admit it: I'm totally and utterly fucked in the head but I've tried to change my ways and walk the staight path. In fact I've tried so hard that sometimes my heart has bled incessantly. Sometimes I think myself and my family are all better off dead. I never chose to be this way, something went wrong long ago. My family get shot in the crossfire each and everyday, even when I'm not dropping bombs on the innocent but trying to help the vulnerable, the poor, the downtrodden. All out of the kindness of a broken heart. The strange desires were there long before I wrote the first book of revelations. Happened around the time I met my friend Ana. The government knew that each major lone wolf terrorist event was going to happen? Who funded the "monster" and supplied him chemical weapons. This always happens over and over again. But you are all absolved of responsibility and will go straight to heaven, while myself and two innocent people burn in hell. This show is getting old, with the hearts of spectators growing cold, can you see the mold growing every time it starts snowing? Reality TV was the new sensation about ten years ago but it's not that way anymore. Informed consent is a thing of the past. Three live human subjects starring in the Truman Show new millennium edition. An illegal occupation designed to destroy any semblance of humanity. The stalkers burst out in laughter each time the dog gets shot while the family cry in despair, unaware of the violence around them. And yes an anarchist has no recourse to the institution of jurisprudence but even in anarchist circles there are rules and ethics. But is the war on terror ethical? Just posing a question. Trying hard not to make judgments. You've all been exposed to the propaganda of terror, but are you also not handing over you're hard-earned to the corporate propaganda machine. They've got no intention to provide you with the truth. Only out to get your coin off you. Don't think it's true then open up you eyes to the lies they disseminate. If you want the whole truth go underground and listen to the insurgency. Not telling you what to do. Just tyring to give peace a chance. Ten years of this shit is enough. I've got no secrets left for you to uncover. But if only you have the heart to give peace a chance you may uncover a broken man wishing to make the whole world a better place for one and for all. I'm only asking for something small. Please give peace a chance. The dancing shall continue as long as you'd like to witness the spectacle but the terror will cease for good. I will try my best to pass the test. What's so funny about peace, love and understanding?

I've been hiding between a rock and a hard place.
Because I didn't have the courage to face up to all the mistakes.
That I have made over and over again, trying to make myself disappear.
For people to notice me, an unhealthy standard of beauty.
I became lighter than air, started drowning is a sea of despair and consumed by fear.
All I really wanted was for the war in my head to end.
But there's only so long one can pretend that my youth hasn't passed me by in the blink of an eye.
And I still struggle to understand the reasons why I did the questionable things that I did.
The rage inside the my bottle of emotions was so intense it flipped its own lid.
Good cops, bad cops, there are narcs always following the 'evil thing'.
Sting plays on the radio every step I take and every move I make.
There's no point in doing just about anything anymore.
Because I know they'll be watching me and harshly judging me.
Is there no escape from this insanity, vigilantes following me?
Yes, all my dreams have come true on the: anarchy in the streets.
Each day it repeats, so I'm just about ready to concede defeat.
Can't tell friend from foe, no anonymity anywhere I go. 
When will there be an end of this freak show story, the media's been writing and rewriting for an eternity?
Bombs have exploded and my gun is loaded, was about to set myself free.
But I can't bare to hurt the remaining few people in my life who still care about me.
Or at least have some level of compassion remaining for this freak.
Who's lacked the acumen to face up to reality.
That's why I've continued to harm myself with sharp objects.
It helped me to pretend that life is an eternal dream devoid on consequences.
But all things must come to an end at some stage.
I should know all too well by this age, blood on the page.
Now the dreams and juvenile fantasies have turned the nightmare that is reality.
I fucked up and I fucked up bad, no wonder the stalkers are mad.
But in my heart of hearts I didn't intend any harm to another living creature.
Yet the actions end up obfuscated in every front page media feature.
Propaganda designed to line the pockets of the church and corporations.
A global sensation, another US invasion, misinformation.
Painting the enemy to be less than human, incapable of any compassion.
Zionist tentacles spreading far and wide.
Let's all watch the spectacle all comfortable inside, digesting all the lies.
The insurgents refuse to lay down their arms until the coalition does the same.
There are people's lives and reputations at stake, it's not just a game.
The war would have been over long ago if the insurgents hadn't allied with their enemies.
And the invasion wasn't all about making mountains of money.
At the expense of those afflicted by societal oppression, suffering and misery.
They will continue to line their dirty pockets until the end of eternity.
Innocent prisoners at Guantanamo Bay will never be free.
Until the human race does away with insecurity and greed.

You've got to get in quick when hunting for bumpers. I walked all the way from where I am currently holed up, in "junkie central" (Maylands), to the local fire water dispensing hang out for escapist adventures of the ugliest variety, searching for discarded cigarette butts with tobacco remnants still attached, and only managed to return with two measly rollies worth of tobacco, one of which I ingested on the deflated walk back. Turns out that other similarly resourceful desparados had already cleaned up the hot spots before I could get to them. All that effort for such little reward, if you could even call inhaling smoke from recycled tobacco that. Dire poverty makes even the most slovenly of men become expert bumper scavengers, willing to tolerate the most unpleasant of weather conditions. Oh how the once mighty have fallen from grace, yet again. Moral of the story: think twice before you do anything kids, and then think once more.

ODE TO THE CONDEMNED

these misanthropic thoughts are reaching fever pitch
fanning the desire to carry out one million Columbines
you would all do well to defend yourselves from me
but a bullet-proof vest will be of no use to you
as I only fire verbal bullets that denounce your existence

involuntary euthanasia for all
this could be the planet's saving grace
as we are all fucked, excess fat, parasites
and I am just as complicit as the rest of you pathetic creatures
in maintaining the inhumane status quo

actually fuck it, fuck being humane
none of us deserve to be spared from dying slow, torturous deaths
at the hands of those who would objectify us
just as we objectify the corpses we see on screen of the idiot box

humanity listen up, this philosopher king has given up on you
you shall be left to your own devices, to your own destruction
I await your demise, I'm sick of you branding me as a lunatic
so give me what I want and what I want is a life-time's supply of opiates

Time to leave it all in the rear view and to put romantic fixations on novacaines for emotional pain into a box of good memories. There's a box for all our memories, good and bad and a time and place for everything. One's fate is contingent on the decisions one makes. We are all in the situations we find ourselves in as a result of these free choices, for, even in the most repressive of environments, we still have free will. The trick to moving forward and to get to where we would like to be is to assume responsibility for the past and to own our actions. It's never easy, as nobody likes to admit that they fucked up and made a huge mess of their lives. However, we can never be free of hang ups from the past until we have reclaimed ownership of our mistakes. It takes a brave person to do as such and will only build resolve and provide new insight into why we keep letting history repeat itself. We are all masters of our own destinies. Time to confine fear, hatred and self-loathing to the dustbin of history. Change is just around the corner. It starts with a simple decision to not give in to weakness and desire. We can achieve whatever it is that the imagination can conceive. Just a matter of self-belief.