GAME OVER!

is happiness an infantile social construction
just another word, self-destruction
in just one verse, one can create a chain reaction
better than fear, hatred and inaction
peace, love, understanding and compassion
transcends all hatred, apathy and indecision
when you touch another's heart, do it with precision
make sure you click on the correct icons
and make good choices and wise decisions
also, turn off that stupid television
it disseminates lies, falsehoods and draconian fashion
short and sweet, succinctness
I have witnessed the power of love
set forth a million black doves
for all things are possible
in the realm of an optimist's reality
so do as you fancy, my friends
for we are all connected in the end
I hate people who simply pretend
to be someone other than their true selves
and accumulate excess wealth
it's can't be good for their health
I'd rather be poor and happy myself
never underestimate the strength of an elf
they do things by stealth
in the dead of night
without the need for blinding lights
so what if I cried and cried and cried
at least it means I am still human
and not a heartless automaton
hellbent of hurting those who are physically weaker
violence: their favourite flavour
stop being so macho, do me a favour
the love and compassion of the nurses was a life saver
such kindness on Christmas day, music to my ears
and I know that I'm not crazy
it's the guards and their mates who are out of line
those idiots couldn't be more mentally crueler
there's not such thing as fate
but life itself is inexplicable
so it's time for me to act sensible
no more running from cowards
trying to scare others just like John Howard
did to the populace just before each election that he won
in the games you play, there are no winners
only people who get hurt along the way
it's time to start afresh, to have my say
for life itself, is not some children's game
it's precious and everybody counts
all the people down town and lost
and there is always a cost to pay
but we cannot afford to pay for the pain it inflicts anymore
this time round, I will settle the score
no more games, I've had enough, NO MORE!

TREADING SHALLOW WATER AT CRONULLA BEACH

I really hate people sometimes, their apathy makes me wanna commit property crime and get high
They never question why, happily consuming meat pies, as corporations take them for a ride, cracking the leather
The end is nigh for those who are dead inside, when was the last time they truly tried to make the world better?
Brought up on disinformation and a diet of coca-cola and McDonald's, always searching for new sensations
When There's savings to be had, their passion reaches fever pitch, the enemy is inflation
What kind of life is it that they lead, heads in the sand and minds consumed by greed
While millions struggle to feed their families, farmers forced to buy back seeds
From corporations who own the patents to suicide genes, selfish memes, it's fucking obscene
We're a generation of passive consumers, bought off by the illusion that we're free, unable to see
That we are traitors to your friends and families, traitor to the people who meet our survival needs


ALWAYS TREADING IN SHALLOW WATER
WE'RE COMPLACENT FOR EVER AFTER
NOTHING MATTERS ALL THAT MUCH
EXCEPT HOW MUCH BLING WE GOT ON OUR CUFFS



I feel alone all of the time, as I wander through my indignant mind, wondering why
People never ask real questions, they'd rather kill brain cells in an afternoon session
Spent ingesting fire water, bricks and mortar, better go to church to make a confession
Hatred in ours hearts, brainwashed from the start to be suspicious of the other
We live in a land full of bigots, ignorant idiots, out to condemn those who are different
"Not in my backyard" mentality, death to all refugees, they don't suffer like we suffer
I would never choose to be that way, can't pretend that I'm not incensed, that's why I'm a dissident
Sick and tired all the bullshit, would rather take another hit of opium wisdom, the essence of freedom
I can see the trees among the mist as I raise my clenched fist, everything happens for a reason
There are no accidents in this world, we are all afforded our affluence at the expense of others
People are starving because of our insatiable gluttony, that's why they suffer


ALWAYS TREADING IN SHALLOW WATER
WE'RE COMPLACENT FOR EVER AFTER
NOTHING MATTERS ALL THAT MUCH
EXCEPT HOW MUCH BLING WE GOT ON OUR CUFFS



I'm a man on a mission to open up minds, to incite thought crime through my acerbic rhymes
People defend exploitation as if it were the natural order of things, ignorant elation
Always looking for excuses to defend their bosses, wouldn't want them to make any losses
Otherwise they'll be forced to cut costs by slashing jobs or by reducing wages
They don't give a fuck about you, only out to get rich from us, in them we trust
We need to reclaim our minds before we go bust, please wake up to what's taking place in the world around us
It's a nasty place, full of clones and yuppie wannabes, yes we are all consumed by the rat race
Wouldn't want to lose face, that's why we take bullets for our enemies, in whose name we sacrifice, keep playing their game
We always act with haste in a faceless city that's so fast paced, think we're at the end of the maze, but we've all got insane


ALWAYS TREADING IN SHALLOW WATER
WE'RE COMPLACENT FOREVER AFTER
NOTHING MATTERS ALL THAT MUCH
EXCEPT HOW MUCH BLING WE GOT ON CUFFS

FROM LITTLE THINGS...

Even the smallest creatures can carry the entire world in their own hands. To burden oneself with such a weight is to say yes to all of eternity. Candle burning bright for ever more, unable to be blown out. Whoever says not to punch above your own weight is someone who is way too overly cautious. From little things, big things grow. So start small and you can begin to make a break from those habits that are dragging you down and holding you behind. Without being shackled by chains, imagine all the incredible things that you would be able to do. You can achieve whatever it is that your mind can conceive of. The possibilities are limitless. Don't let anyone or anything get in the way of bringing your dreams into fruition. To break down walls between others and yourself, you don't always need to resort to brute force. You can always bridge the gap using all the love and compassion that resides in your heart. A heart that hurts is a heart that works. Kindness is not necessarily a weakness. It can also provide an example for others to follow. If you treat others the way you would like to be treated, then people with similar values will notice and follow suit. A transfer service for collective karma. Even the most seemingly insignificant act of loving kindness matters. It sure beats cruelty and extreme malevolence. Many awesome things come in small packages. Those who are on the receiving end of others' good intentions and generosity, more than than they are at the source of the transaction, must also learn to give themselves. You can't expect to go through life taking everything you can from others without reciprocating their generosity. A relationship is not a one way street. Stop going down the wrong side of the road. The precious gift, that is life, is meant to be shared by us all. Desist from hoarding resources for yourself at the expense of everyone else. The universe and all of existence belongs to one and all. Everyone has a role to play in it's unfolding. No one life is worth more than any other.

ANGEL DUST

Separated from one another by fear and hatred, we are all too caught up competing with others to see who's ego is most important when in fact we are all equally valuable as commodities to be sold on the free market. This makes us really malleable and enables those devoid of the ability to feel compassion to easily manipulate us as if we were puppets. This is unacceptable. We need to stop selling our bodies and reclaim our minds from those who want us do as they please. We should all be treated equally in the eye of the law. Even better, we should stop following laws that are completely nonsensical. Breaking laws can give us all a taste of liberation, just as long as we don't harm others. Crimes against property have the capacity to provide others with an example of liberty. Rob from the rich to give to the poor. In my humble opinion, 'Robin Hood' should be the only book that is read by every single person on the earth, instead of the bible. Why should billionaires have the right to hoard away a ridiculous amount of money when billions of their fellow human beings are living in chains? Such inequality is simply and utterly obscene. Nobody should be dying from starvation or preventable diseases. All such tragedies are the result of the incessant greed of a small minority and the violence they use in order to uphold the status quo. They care not if other people are getting bombs dropped on them just so their share prices can go up. Vapid, heartless vultures they are. All capitalists deserve to die more than the victims of their insatiable desires. Having said that, I believe that no single living sentient being deserves to have their lives brought to an end prematurely. All life in the entire universe is sacred and its much sought after meaning is beyond what the majority of mere mortals are able to comprehend. All phenomena are interconnected including, of course, the souls of all sentient beings. We all need each other and each atom needs to interact with every other atom in perfect unison in order for life itself to be sustained. All the most basic elements of life are linked to all the other parts in such a way that they flow from the inexplicable origin back to the source. Nobody is a waste of space. Everybody had the basic right to live a life that is free from of coercion from those bastards who are in a position of power, who take advantage of those who own far fewer worldly possessions. From a young age, many people are brainwashed into believing that an imaginary higher power will reward good behaviour and punish those actions their rulers deem to be undesirable. We are all taught that it is a virtue to be greedy and acquisitive, and that it doesn't matter how much damage is done to the lives of other sentient beings in order for us to sustain our luxurious and comfortable lifestyles. Such behavior, I believe, is not natural at all. The way we act is largely influenced by the bogus world view that we are sold by the mainstream media and the corporations that control our increasingly meaningless lives. It's time for all of humanity to make a stand. Let's all unite and take up the fight against untrammeled greed. Education is the key. Never stop questioning the current social order. It's glaringly obvious that we all live in a completely fucked up world. Even blind Freddy can see this in those rare moments in which he is not blindfolded by recycled spectacles and trivial distractions of the electronic variety. Even the most optimistic realist would tell us that the prospects of making the world a less violent and more habitable place for every single living organism is quite slim. While the world is indeed an ugly place at times, all the tragic events that keep replicating like a photocopy of a picture of an industrial photocopying machine being cloned on a production line, with the aid of surplus people who are being exploited by the major players of capitalist excess and paid meager wages, can be brought to a halt if we were all to join forces and fight our common enemies, rather than one another. Stop competing! No more sweat shops, no more waste, no more depleted uranium bomb showers. No one single human being who inhabits this amazing planet should be treated as a surplus object. We are all vital notes in the song of life and have a part to play in the earth's chances of survival in the face of climate change denial and widespread and rampant environmental destruction. Spread forth not seeds of greed and apathy, but rather stick some seeds of compassion and truth into the ground. Change begins with the dissemination of truth in the airwaves of the guerrilla radio by all of us who refuse to conform and bow down to the dictates of market's invisible hand, which is normally used to masturbate over an image of a big fat, bloated dollar sign, printed in the blood of those who are referred to as collateral damage by Uncle Sam. Education is a human right and everybody deserves to know the truth about what's really taking place in all the poverty-stricken and war torn parts of the world, instead of just what transpires in their own geographical prison of jingoistic pride. If they had even the slightest clue about how many people are being exploited to the maximum, in ways that they can all relate to, then they would perhaps begin to create counter-culture that is aimed at opening up the eyes of those blinded by the illusion of success and freedom. Everybody has a limit as to how much shit they will cop before they fight back. The counter-cultural revolution that is currently taking place over the internet, is well on its way, gathering steam and momentum in every single subversive communique that we publish for anyone who knows how to use technology to view it's contents. Have you got something to say about the state of the world or the nature of existence itself? If so, I would like to hear about your raison d'être. What drives you? What kind of world do you wish to create for future generations? You could be the catalyst for social change and progress. Pass the parcel if you so desire, but you possess more power in the palm of your hands than you ever believed possible. Lights, camera, action. Let's get the ball rolling again before it's all too late.

RANT ON THE NON-MONETARY VALUE OF ART

Art is dead. Don't piss in its fountain. You cannot put a price on real art. Spontaneous and absurd. Such is the nature of reality. We are all artists, pissing on the canvass of life from each passing moment to the next. Never hand over your sovereignty to anyone. We are all masters of our own destinies. Interconnected. Nothing but filthy animals, knocking at heaven's gate, only to find that there is no point to doing anything at all. Except all and everything. There is no rhyme, nor reason. All of existence is absurd. Signal waiting to pass from one node to the next one. Light seeking asylum from the darkness of existence itself. To live well is to have ventured into the depths of hell and back, only to come back more alive than ever. To put in just the tiniest bit of effort to create art for the sake of negation of society's ridiculous dictates is to knock on the door of all eternity. Life, itself, cannot be denied. It just goes on and on for all of eternity.

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.

Ladies' Man

loose lips sink ships; I would do anything to be hip; watch me do a back flip
always on the attack; stab my friends in the middle of the back, to be leader of the pack
everything I say is whack, when I tread, I proceed with tact, as I walk down the narrow track
I'm as shallow as a gold digger with a fake rack; fucking brain dead as a matter of fact
watch me consume yet another big Mac; it's just a snack; don't care if i have a heart attack
getting plumper day by day; my too-fatted liver abouut to give way, but that's OK;
though I have a health debt in arrears, never fear; I can always change my ways next new year
I'm beholden to fashion and the God of consumption as I hit the gym and keep on pumpin'
weights so that i can fit the male ideal; oiled up and shiny like apple peal; it makes me feel
superior to scrawny wimps; soon I'll be the pimp around town; gimp for the system; ready made tool
unaware of how much of a fool I am, beholden to society's rules, disposable like a drug mule

I've got it made; I'm god's gift and I've got the bling to show for it; be afraid very afraid
for I'm always on the prowl; my member's so sublime, it makes bitches growl
I always get laid; and like to fist and and bukake over big tits; get laid, always get laid
for I'm hung like a donkey; my extension does shine; come suck it now

I'm a man on the go; there's gold in my flows; I'm special because of all thge VIPs I know
ready to stoop so low that even shit seems odourless like dough; watch out bitches and hos
for I'm on the prowl for tight pussy; endless reservoir of bling and money; bourgeois predatory story
I'm the perfect consumer whore; addicted to the rush like a meth user; process numbers as quick as a computer
and they all add up to nada, as I marginalise the other; and dump shit on my brothers
just to get ahead; believe all the lies I've been fed; so compliant that I'm brain dead
my mind is a receptacle for propaganda; so it comes as no surprise that don't get the picture
always striving to get richer; I'm thicker than a brick; like cancer there's no cure
green lights guide my path; everything is so bright; so I go straight through red lights
I'm a creature of the night; neon signs bring me delight; I'm always ready for a fight

I've got it made; I'm god's gift and I've got the bling to show for it; be afraid very afraid
for I'm always on the prowl; my member's so sublime, it makes bitches growl
I always get laid; and like to fist and and bukake over big tits; get laid, always get laid
for I'm hung like a donkey; my extension does shine; come suck it now

when I fuck, I do it like an animal; my appetite is insatiable like a twisted cannibal
gotta be forceful to show who's in control; for my personality is slightly tyrannical
and flammable especially when we're incompatible; but on the surface I'm respectable;
I dabble in venture capital; which makes me feel invincible; on the pinnacle; status really matters
as I'm empty without that mound of money; it makes me feel special like caviar on a silver platter
and as I grow fatter, I feel prouder of my achievements; revel in the decadence of my lifestyle
my dick is as long as the Nile; don't care if I'm floating in a pile of bullshit if the suits fits
tailor made; my imposing presence makes others feel afraid; quaking in their boots; dirty with envy
I never miss an opportunity for a root; I'm god's gift to women; if a bitch rejects me they'll be sorry
because I won't be happy for women are my property; I've got the energy of bunny; so rich, so free

I've got it made; I'm god's gift and I've got the bling to show for it; be afraid very afraid
for I'm always on the prowl; my member's so sublime, it makes bitches growl
I always get laid; and like to fist and and bukake over big tits; get laid, always get laid
for I'm hung like a donkey; my extension does shine; come suck it now

BEWARE THE STUDENT ANARCHIST

Left wingers have sticky fingers, belligerent unbelievers
Beware the ever present danger of the Che Guevara idoliser
Just a little appetiser for things yet to come
Like pills made by Pfizer to treat the ill one
That keep your arse from erupting when you've got the runs
They produce many products for the illegitimate sons of nuns
Who like to raise their fists at the governnment
Doctors don't over-prescribe by accident
When there's money to be made nobody passes the test
That's right you're disturbed and depressed
There are many side effects nonetheless

Beware the student anarchist
Fighting the power as his peers cower
Beware the student anarchist
Getting irate at the man in the shower

Beware the lifestyle "activists"
Who raise their wave black flags and raise their fists
At the severity of the man's authority
They are the enemy of the state and of sanity
And yes I am stating all of this sardonically
The truth needs to be told, your act is getting old.
Wearing a Che Guevara shirt does not necessarily make one a revolutionary
It's more trendy and reactionary to dress that way in this day and age of co-optation
Disgruntled rebels always on the lookout for the latest fashions
Hitting out at the system with inflamed passions
But it's time to go to God's booth to make a confession
That you're only in the scene to pick up women
It's the truth of the matter, you're searching for pussy heaven

Beware the student anarchist
Fighting the power as his peers cower
Beware the student anarchist
Getting irate at the man in the shower

Every bitch bedded is another conquest
You've got a master plan, a surefire way to success
And you ain't sharing your secret with the rest
Of those losers who aren't as good as you at getting bitches into bed
And if you are concerned by the potential misogyny of these words
Then you are just another uptight PC warrior turd
All the self-righteous lectures about the power of words that I've heard
In case you didn't get it: I'm speaking in parody
Just remember that I'm on your side, not your enemy
The general lack of ethics is the real tragedy
For those who purport to be enlightened and free
It's quite plain for all to see that your brain is riddled with disease
And your penis too, I'm guessing at least
You'd better hope you haven't caught any STDs
You live in a fantasy, believing that you are free indeed

Beware the student anarchist
Fighting the power as his peers cower
Beware the student anarchist
Getting irate at the man in the shower