Black moon
Thunder & Gloom I find salvation inside the panic room Watch me walk tonight through the waning lights When the bullets come raining down I won’t stop my plight Thirsty for adventure Hungry for disaster Falling bricks are the sounds of my rotten anthem Find me in a pit of glory a place beaming with fury Find me deep in the depth succumbing to worries
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Events pass us
so fast and soon become just another memory to add to our collection So don’t take things for granted the good or the bad because before you know it it’ll be gone lost to history’s void Sum 41’s
“Fat Lip” plays on the radio I’m in an Uber leaving the hospital after getting six stitches in my head I remember an old friend telling me every time he hears this song on the radio he thinks of me I’m 36 now When I was 16, maybe then it was cool Who said an adult can’t be reckless anymore? even though now it’s just pathetic I’m pathetic I get a phone call. It’s my friend.
He tells me he’s got a hexagon he needs to get rid of. Meet him at Walmart in 15 minutes. He’s selling it to me for a discounted price. I could never make it there in 15 minutes, I tell him. You have to, he says. Or the deal is off. Ride your bike, he suggests. My bike? Do you know how cold it is outside? I don’t care. 15 minutes. No later/// I hurriedly throw on my jacket my hat my gloves go outside and lunge onto the bike seat slam the pedals standing and pumping as fast as I can/ I turn go straight turn go straight faster faster faster. It’s a race against time. It’s the middle of the night. Cars shoot past in blurred lines. I gotta go faster and faster. Cars whizz past me. I cross the street and I get hit by a car\\\ I go flying over the handlebars. Hit the ground. Because of my jacket I stay mostly unscathed. Hop back on the bike and go >>> A man says: Are you okay? I ignore him. You got hit pretty hard. I slam the bike into gear and start forward when the man says: He stopped||| Pointing at the guy who had hit me. He stopped to see if you’re okay. This is a nightmare. I don’t care about this. Are you okay? I tell them both that I’m good. I gotta go. I’m in a rush. They watch me as I hurry past them. I don’t look both ways when I cross the street. My friend says that was a close one. He was just about to leave. He was going to give someone else the deal. Sorry, dude. I got hit by a car. Took me by surprise. He sells me the hexagon and I smile. In Harvard Square
we drink beer and whiskey I wander in&out of my own special realm I have music that shoves a nasty spike into the veins of life She loses her shoes All night she walks around without shoes The two of them flirt at the back of the train I tell the girl to come to New York City with me and my friend next weekend She’s younger than me by a few years I think I’m in love with this new face or maybe she tells me no I say whatever I’ll find someone else to go The two of them are still at the back of the train flirting like this is the best place to be I forget this girl I can’t remember her name The train shudders I swagger to the exit Step down and fall through the ground I see through the void the train driver staring down at me The doors shut and all the passengers watch as I lie there mangled I pull myself up too sick to cry The next morning I feel so much pain like my skin had been torn off and what’s left is blood & bones my veins pumping on overdrive the day I turned 19
they wanted to beat me up said I narced out their friend the whole gang was there wanted to beat me up I stood my ground in my pocket I had an eight-ball I got on the train met Mindy took her to my place we lay around got drunk the following day Andrew picked me up we drove out to the Cape picked up Samantha went camping the drive was a blast never laughed so hard I didn’t know him too well we hit it off from the start ever since the day he tried to hit me with his truck on my 20th birthday a fat black chick bought me a 40 I laid her down by the river I hit a car in a rainstorm couldn’t see Ryan and Bell were there the Indians got out left their car in the center of the street six of them got out yelled but nothing happened there was no damage I parked at my place we all went to Harvard Square one year in Rutland someone gave me a cake but I only had me to share it with as I rode in the trunk of a car back to Rutland I rubbed frosting all over the interior I was so pissed then threw empty Monster cans out the window tomorrow I turn 36 I’m getting a new tattoo THE LIFE I LIVE THE CHOICES I CHOOSE closing the book on a chapter after Lethal Erection went flaccid Andrew died I got married everything’s different now when I turned 18 the Dilweed Elite played in my backyard my closest friends were there we sat around ate cake the cops came the music was too loud disturbed the neighbors Pat, Kyle, Mumbles, & Jeremy stopped by we all got covered in cake Walking through
a sea of emptiness my heart beats feverishly as I shake hands with another failure I scour the sewage for an ounce of truth but the crazed clouds open fire upon my head Set fire to another dumpster where the answers lay barren The reasons for persevering are beyond me Bland smiles find me Eyes like voids peer through the dark Tendons like phony vessels rip the truth from the sky The flaming wreckage of the edge of life’s refugees pulls me into a crater The basis of rhetorical theories brought me to life again Scatological nothingness A futile solution Delusions make me feel worthy of being Dark skies rising
encompassing the small towns cities enveloped by dark clouds Then the rain comes down like bullets Cars flooded in urban lakes Drivers blinded by tidal waves descending In a crowded room an alarm goes off Everyone thinks FIRE phones jangling all at once warning of tornados and floods and heavy hurricanelike storms They laugh Not here they think The meeting commences and throughout those by the windows keep peering out at the storm that clatters and crashes against windows and doors The worst storm in 100 years says the weather channel Newscasters soaked from the head to their toes as they showcase worlds devoured in rain cars floating like boats windows smashed in people on roofs waiting to be saved It’s like the scene from a disaster movie The objects of destruction real-life natural mischief Morning time comes
like a shock to my system I’m lumbering through warehouses walking on rivers of human wasted bodies spread out across time each face has a name but I feel no connection as I prowl the dungeons of self-destruction and passion My mind snaps overcome by tension I itch my cranium seeking my youth in a pile of beat-up records My wholesome world transforms I’m livid in red I follow a maze of death as the clockface hits an hour that doesn’t exist I’m shivering in a lonely hole The people I know squander forests foraging for resentments I sought forgiveness but the mirror is ripe with nefarious opinions of the man I shall never be So I burnt them last night I sat amid a fiery fierce transformation where the day took on a whole new perspective It’s better this way In the field of dreams we nightmare our way into your heart >>> but this reality reeks of stark antagonizing salvation I remember
the good ol’ days for what they really were It took awhile but overtime the truth sunk in The good ol’ days that kind of thinking an excuse to go wild But what were they but us trying to escape something we couldn’t quite grasp at the time I thought we were having so much fun I could not let go of the party I hated myself so much I needed to escape all the time I diluted my reality The good ol’ days Were they really that good to want to go back there It really is romance at its finest a retrospective illusion |
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