On the clock

Something that someone did
let’s forget it’s so tragic
play the victim once again
little girls with no knowledge
make excuses and deflect
you know what you really wanted
say the truth and say it loud
you’re just looking for another way out
got the words in your mouth
one way or another you let them out
sing the praises and sing the speak
you don’t own the path you seek
something someone once did do
you can always run the rules
play the games like little girls do
scream the name of victimhood
something someone did one time
we know the name but speak in rhyme
know the game but not the score
little girls in congress wanting more
little girls on twitter so damn bored
can’t do their real job that’s for sure
so they did that one thing something for
little girls playing big girl games
someone once did something just for fame
little girls be speaking double talk
never been to their district the phones cut off
something is like something unprofessional
little girls play games like tentacles
little girls play games don’t tell the scores
they keep crying victim that’s for sure
attacked for what they’re screaming something for
everybody’s leaving as they scream stop
they just playing victim while they on the clock.

Seven simple arbitrary numbers

I love you
don’t you understand
you are
like my biggest fan
I adore you
even though we’ve never met
I know you
and all about your circumstance
do you want me
tell me everything
that you got off me
like a little birdie I sing softly
so don’t you ever speak just listen
when I’m talking
you want me
I love you oh so much
and now we’re walking
you’re like my biggest fan
don’t you understand
cause you still want me
as I shove you off a cliff
you’re falling
falling faster than I can catch
just keep calling and calling
I love you
even though we’ve never met
you’re like my biggest fan
I won’t forget
but then again we’ve never met
I love you
but more so I just love the checks

The listening lamb

Doublespeak, devil speak
who the fuck the demons be
you gotta listen, listen well
you know the enemy burns in hell
all the fire don’t turn to ashes
demons lace their beds with glass and
when you look it’s pretty crystal
do you know the myth in visuals
doublespeak yeah the devils word
who’s the sheep eating the verse
do you know where the demons be
or are you following the gilded leaf
everything takes care to hear
demons sing with angel ears
they know exactly what to say
whether it be fear or hope that preys
what you hear do you know what stays
doublespeak like devils do
the words are lies you thought were true