[BENJAMIN BEAR]
clouds hovering
sky darkening
hard hearted like clogs in the arteries
more darkness replacing the god in me
fill the void up with drugs and pornography
fuck daylight
i hate brightness
it's a constant reminder of kindness
and the light that's behind all the time spent
back of the mind pushing blindy to write this
nah fuck it
doesn't matter
if i think too long i might shatter
paint the walls with blood and brain matter
climb to the top and jump off the ladder
now above it
just cynical
sun rising light on the windowsill
can't sleep but i know that i'm living still
tryin to rewind in my mind but i never will
chase the stars
future passed us
more to lose
drowning faster
modern life is all smoke and mirrors
we sold ourselves for a chance to feel
and it never happened
now we're stuck
this life is gone and we're out of luck
talking swag
but i don't feel it
dark and cold, that's the real shit
come on back
there's time to kill
this brain reacts when there's pain to feel
so depressed
now we're stressin
i don't want to learn this lesson
backin up
into nothin
hard to say if people bluffin
causin weight
takin passes
i don't give a fuck bout movin past it

[WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN]
stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
silence the pianos and with muffled drum
bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

[MC WRECKSHIN]
crack my skull open like the dope in a vial sick
paint the words with brain juice
go the extra mile quick
brain fragments came loose
all over the back seat
clean it up with armour all
should have done it last week
too lazy to clean up the filth residing in my life
i want to get high
but it hurts like climbing up a knife
everytime i try i slide down and slice myself
i laugh at my own jokes oh i entice myself
but jokes on me
cause i'm funny like ray romano is
everybody loves raymond cause he's gay and swallows jizz
i model this behavior after savory juice head addicts
you're more ignorant then when slavery was practiced
crave me some can-bis
home grown outlandish
i can't understand you like speaking in spanish
i'm famished
but not like a hungry emcee
i'm just stoned and want some funions and cheese


[WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN]
let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
scribbling in the sky the message he is dead,
put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
he was my north, my south, my east and west,
my working week and my sunday rest
my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
i thought that love would last forever, i was wrong.