no reason to be a control freak

honestly
honesty
does'nt suit us well
the crown of thorns is wearing you

bodies out the window
these demons part time
in the sunshine
but always clock in
for a full night shift

i am the king
of fucking up
and she is my humble servant
dedicated to my destruction

when you say
i know how you feel
first i disagree
and then note
that your aspirations to be
a passenger on the nuclear train wreck
carrying the secret to inner peace
brings no comfort

there is no silver lining to a mushroom cloud

spend your whole life
not smoking cigarettes
avoiding spending too much time
around power lines

walk out your front door
to go to church one day
and get hit by a bus full of nuns
with an american lung cancer society
sign on it

ish is just like that