Monday Tuesday I'm on top. Wednesday Thursday I never stop and on Friday Saturday through Sunday I still PUSH. Day to day. This is my way and until the feeling goes away I hope but not pray that it won't decay I just PUSH. I'm going to paint this town every color but red. Yeah, my plans have already been made. Driving fast cause I'm gonna get laid. With my foot on the accelerator like the mighty masturbator. PUSH. Crash and burn if I don't win the race. Smoking weed to blow off my face. I'm in the fast lane for today, I PUSH. My all-consuming self only ever wanted to make something different, not unmake the same nihilistic repetition. If you're disappointed in this album blame the vectors of shooting stars above. The last one was about fucking, this one is about making love. When they serve you your meal and it tastes unreal show them all so they'll say, "I'll have what he's having." Yeah, when they watch you eat shit you gotta grin through it. You gotta make 'em say, "I'll have what he's having." When the food is laced with poison the dinner party's gonna die. Brittle bodies will expire as immortality passes by. It's my own private death cult, I'm the last one who survived. Another day I'm pushing boundaries, once again I'm counting time.

Old friends, new friends, everybody comes and goes and it shows I suppose yeah everybody knows it's just time after time what's the difference after time? Inflating nickels into dimes. What is yours and what is mine? I wanna drop into the world of yesterday. Reliving vivid memories but now we've reached the legal drinking age. Let's see what 'normal' people see. We hit town to find a bar but I don't want to anymore. $3.00 for a mystery beer? Fuck that shit lets hit the store! Drinking on the boyscout trail. Steel Reserve tall boys. Smoking till our lungs fail. Lost in the background noise. Are we adults now? Old friends, new friends, everybody strikes a pose and it's all so controlled yeah everybody knows it's just time after time changing clothes but that's fine because the skin is still mine and the organs inside just run on the fumes that i need to consume from the doom and the gloom of the crisis on the news and what's new? I just want to watch cartoons, and yell about the things that piss me off but that's non-productive. It's so seductively eruptive. It grows into a ruptured throat. Did you read the manufacturer's guide? Listening to that loud music makes you deaf in time so grow up, grow up, my new friends say. Do drugs, do drugs, my old friends stay. Time after time what's the difference after time? Are we adults now?

Who gave you the authority to prioritize minority in a politics blanket category with your dogma watermarked allegory? Yeah fuck that, I just want to sin and so i walk the left hand path again and I'll become that Antichrist you condemn. It's us versus them. They all start closing in. Red states and blue men. It's us versus them. Their words gouge your ears like fake dubstep. Offensive anal orally defining what it means to be a human in a societary argument in name of things that don't exist and so you'll never comprehend. "The end is nigh!" you always shout. When in doubt look around but never look out. The sun excludes my excuse, now prove yours. Go! Who gave you the authority to sanction my conformity and document my sanctimony in a useless conventional allegory? Yeah fuck that, we'll undermine your superstitions? Your tradition in submission so you're sending our sedition to remission in exhibition to prove predisposition well, I hope that you convinced them. Your system is decomposition, bring the system back to the source. Build it back. Take it back. Who gave them the authority on every breathing human being? Red states and blue men. It's us versus them.

Life just keeps on moving in a constant pace straight line. I wanna yell "Stop the clock!" and take back what is mine. Go! It's a round connection to the point that kills your soul in the hours when you sacrifice yourself for. Life takes such supporting at an alarming consumption rate. You can't yell "Stop the clock!" or your end up precious seconds late. Life just keeps on moving at a rapid tempo beat. There's no net distance travelled daily on these repaved city streets. The ivy slips around your feet so regularly. The kudzu doesn't take your holidays. Life just keeps on moving in a constant pace straight line. I wanna yell "Stop the clock!" And take back what is mine. Even for a second to stretch into a minute, for an hour to have the power just to spend it. Even for a second to beckon Dionysus to listen to my wishes for more wishes. For that ultimate blessing or curse, the suspense is killing me. Life just keeps on moving towards the throne of Father Time and then he yells "Stop the clock!" and he takes what once was mine.

Insert coin - Credit player one. Life's a fucking arcade machine. You're born with zero points as pixels form your joints in smaller pieces on a video screen. And there's no way to win. The levels never end. Every cycle is the same damn thing. Speed increased by difficulty I play that shit on hard. Ruby Weapon sandstorm braving, spitting fire like a Charizard. You're a one destined to become a zero. Break the fourth wall and hit the reset switch. RESET RESET planet earth RESET RESET all mankind RESET To the title screen big bang. RESET At the collapse of everything. RESET and format the memory. Cut the system! Kill everything! I'm just a well programmed machine. My routine is clean of bugs and run-time errors, much better than the town drunk slipping out. The ant loop spiral dying out of exhaustion. Explain experience and the moments as I lost them. It's just a game, It's just a game. Just numbers and math, I can understand that. Just zeros and ones, one more life and I'm done.

You're just one year too late to stop these insects from infesting you. We're besting you when we try to multiply. We're undressing right in front your eyes. Down to size. Try to run but you can't hide. Y/Z chase you inside and when you thought no one was looking, yeah, you'd try to get a taste? And when you tried your best? You activated the hornet's nest. Your timid attacks don't impact on my radar. Tag me an enabler. Moonshine for invertebrates. Spineless twists don't vex me like this anymore. I'm through with this but I guess I'm the only one, but I'll humor you I think it's kind of dumb but it's funny, and I like the control so you can do it anyway. You're just one year too late to stop these insects from infesting your brain you insane migraine detained slave to a day to day calculation refrain. While I'm no better off in the eyes of the world, I've got sense and standards and room for just one grudge: an homage to a wimp who didn't have what it took. A self indulgent ego inflation black book. And when I do my worst, I won't do anything at all. Lead you on in the most passive context. Offer the honey from my queen bee throne hive hexagon. You're gone again? It figures. Who would spend a dime of time on your lame life? The vultures when you're dead, but put that off for as long as you can. You entertain me in morbid ways, make me complete again.

Tonight, today, the seconds just fade. As I count them by no number is the same and I kill them all, but the bodies won't stay. Counting time, killing time. Synchronized with past lives. The endless cycle of supplies to keep the people in a line and wall them up on the inside. It's a full time commitment to the endless wave and you aren't prepared even though you're trained. Yelling louder but you can't be saved from this damn desk job this day to day. Scream! but you can't leave. Counting time. Let's get this over with. All jacked up on coffee and weed. Fill your wants and needs automatically. Just eight and a half hours till you're finally free. Was that the second person? I was talking about me. Data is a commodity. Probing questions collect like sodomy and the minutes are clogged in your arteries that take hours to clear from the years of disease. Scream! but you can't leave. Counting Time. Let's get this over with. Scream! Count the casualties. Killing Time. Tonight, today, the seconds just fade. As I count them by no number is the same and I kill them all, but the bodies won't stay. Counting time, killing time. Tonight the way that I live I say is all about staying entertained and then I'll rejoin that day-to-day-to-day. Counting time. Killing time today. Wrong number, system glitch. Missed call, misprint. Line testing, count them up. Feedback noise, the call was dropped. Identity theft pregnancy. Take this burden with broken knees, legs sprawled at obtuse degrees. I cut the cord to your misdeeds. That baby became ours to care. [Time] marked by inches of uncut hair. Never help but always stare. Yeah, was that burden mine to bear? Population genocide. Spent the seconds sent to life. Who's to blame? the fault was mine. I'm a murderer just killing time. Tonight, today, the seconds just fade and as I'm looking back this was the only way. I killed them all, the memories I've made. Counting Time, Killing Time. Tonight, will die and in that way tonight, mortality is ours to claim. Tonight, we fight against the fact that it will fade. You can't count you can't kill the ever-flowing stream of time. You can't count you can't kill the singularity of life.