Jesus Christ

28/1/11

Does Jesus regret it now?
Does Jesus see it as a waste of time?
‘Cause He died for our sins and here we are
all sinning once again, what a thank you gift
for three days dead, well that’s no big deal
that how I spend every weekend after a binge,
Why can’t I too be a God?

Does Jesus hold resentments
Have we made Jesus lose all interest?
‘Cause we’re no better than before He died,
in fact I’d say we’re probably worst,
And like a child we’ve thrown His attempts
back in His face, backs turned away,
Where the Hell is the faith?

Could I ask permission - could I die too,
Just for a few days to see what it was like?
They say no-one’s ever come back to tell us,
Well doesn’t that make Jesus seem so selfish,
He could have put all our minds at ease,
But now I sit here every night and wonder
why I’m alive but I’m too scared to die,
Well Jesus, I don’t want to defy my faith
‘cause I’m scared of lightning bolts from the sky,
But is that really a good enough reason
to try and believe?

Does Jesus really love us?
Or has Jesus seen more than enough?
‘Cause we are a selfish race with flaws,
I guess we do follow after him,
‘And none of us say please (save me),
And I thought ignorance was bliss, so
Why the Hell can’t I find it?

And I thought ignorance was bliss, so
why do I sit night after night
contemplating the afterlife?

Death

Death, do I float through the ceiling?
Do I sink through the floor?
Do I enter blackness?
Am I consumed by white?
I am so terrified of all the answers
but don’t you know secrets are bad for your health,
I guess as Death you don’t worry about that.
Well, can Death die?

Death, what about the soul?
And does the heart really live on?
There’s got to be a grain of truth
for the thought to have been born at all,
Everything but our spirit seems to regenerate,
The cells all divide and die and grow again,
Is the fact our heads stay the same
worth a slice of faith?

Death, I beg you do a Jesus experiment on me,
Let me die for just three days,
I swear I will keep all of your secrets,
I’ll even keep you company if it’s not too horrid,
Death, I beg you do a Jesus on me,
Let me die for just three days,
I swear I’m good at keeping secrets,
I’ll even stay with you if it’s not too scary.

Death, please address me the answers before my time,
Death, I know you know when that is, so
Death, have mercy and please address me the answers,
So I can have some kind of quality of life.

i miss you.

this is so fucking typical it's not funny but for some reason i like it XD ANGST.

26/1/11 I Miss You.

A typical ‘I love you’ song,
Yeah, get your bored ears on,
You think you’re doing me some good,
Ignoring every text and every call,
My insides feel all shuffled up
like the cards I’ll never fold for you,

I miss you baby,
I miss you,
There’s nothing else in this chorus
‘cause the verses say it all,
The most important line is this,
I miss you baby,
I miss you.

A typical ‘I miss you’ song,
Get your ‘heard it before’ ears on,
You don’t even think of me anymore,
Not bothering to reject every single call,
Just letting it float up over your head
like the love I have for you,

I miss you baby,
I miss you,
There’s nothing else in this chorus
‘cause the verses say it all,
The most important line is this;
I miss you baby,
I miss you.

A typical ‘slit my wrists’ song,
‘Cause ‘I miss the only girl’ song,
‘Poor me, pour me another’ song,
I’ll sing ‘til my lungs come up my throat,
Like the love that crushes my chest,

I miss you baby,
I miss you,
There’s nothing else in this chorus
‘cause the verses say it all,
The most important line is this;
I miss you baby,
I miss you.

Baby, I miss you,
I miss you.

Live On

14/1/11

Live On.
So I thought it was my hands
I didn’t realize the ghost of you,
My hands on the wheel but yours
appears to be gripping this too,

I thought I had a hold.

oh, you live on inside me,
directing my every move,
through all my nerves
I still feel the pain,
but oh, you live on inside me.

So whilst my hands balance
yours tighten their grip,
Thank god you are still here
so I can get through this,

So I can deal with anything.

oh, you live on inside me,
directing my every move,
through all my nerves
I still feel the pain,
but oh, you live on inside me.

Through your eyes sometimes I see
how I’ve evolved since you last saw me,
The pride, not pity that you now see,
It spurs me on now it seems.

Now I realize the last time you saw me is now.

oh, you are never far away,
oh, you do live on inside of me.

Up To Our Necks

14/1/11
This is all the way up to our necks now,
How the hell did it get so bad so fast?
I’ll swallow every drop to get it to ankle-deep,
At least I could walk a little step by step,

I feel my chest begin to tighten,
I feel the fear setting in,
I can tell there’s not long left now,
I will die well before my time
if I don’t stop saving everyone.

So this is up to your neck, not mine,
It’s just my hands that are reaching,
I don’t need to immerse myself once again,
At least one of us needs sanity.

I feel my chest begin to tighten,
I feel the fear setting in,
I can tell there’s not long left now,
I will die well before my time
if I don’t stop saving everyone.

But I held my breath again and I
dove headfirst again, and I pulled
your foot free and you floated towards
the surface, I stayed stuck in here,

I just didn’t care cause it meant you were free,
I would live forever down there if it meant
you’d be okay for a day, I just didn’t care
that the plant grabbed my leg and I’m
running out of breath.

I feel my chest begin to tighten,
I feel the fear setting in,
I can tell there’s not long left now,
I will die well before my time
‘cause I tried to save another one.

the Yellow Black Road

14/1/11

The Yellow Black Road

I thought I was doing alright,
I thought I was right on track,
Then they told me this yellow
brick road is actually deep, dark black,

You coloured over it and I didn’t even notice,
Well just how weak-willed am I?

Now there’s something wrong with you
if you find fun in fooling others,
Now there’s something wrong with me
if I let others treat me like concrete,
My body is not a footpath.

I’ve written so much today it’s a wonder
my fingers are still attached.

Life was finally turning a corner,
I was finally feeling okay,
Then they told me this yellow
brick road is actually deep, dark black,

So where the hell am I heading?

Now there’s something wrong with you
if you find fun in fooling others,
Now there’s something wrong with me
if I let others treat me like concrete,
My body is not a footpath.

Thought I was heading in the right direction,
Seems I was tricked, played for a fool,
I will not let this perturb me from my way,
I will keep fighting and take a scrape
of every recommended track from now on.

Now art is meant to be beautiful,
Why would you turn it into something so ugly?
Now art is meant to be so beautiful,
So why am I such a disgrace?

Jesus The Magician

29.1.11
Don’t you know Jesus son of God,
was so very mentally ill -
co-dependent and into self harm
at the very least,
“I will forgive all your sins
if you put nails through my wrist’

You see the kids are not all sick,
They are just following suit
of their savior– it’s called
Stigmata but really it’s
Jesus Christ possessing all these teens,

Well now where do we draw the line
between Jesus and the Devil,
I know it’s a matter of opinion,
But let’s magnify all the facts,

Jesus encouraged egomania,
Jesus encouraged the rescuer syndrome,
Jesus encouraged self-harm
And Jesus encouraged suicide,
Now not one of them is not a sin,
So just how sick was Jesus?

He could have just been a man
as so many crazy men are genius’s,
But why did God choose to raise him,
Or was Jesus a magician too?

And what do I need to do
to be guaranteed a second chance,
I swear I too will forgive every single sin,
If it means I can learn death before I die,
I would forgive every single sin,
If I too could be raised from the Dead.