Shadow.

Shadows permissable, now void of light.

Love grows invisible; in the night.

Memories hold, but still I found no truth.

What is real, and what is blue; the worst in me is you.

Gaining ground whilst withering away.

Blood boiling, miserable heart beating the day away.

God is known to me; like a chip in my tooth.

What is real, and what is blue; the worst in me is you.

Hatred and envy; they know me well.

What I have and have not; is my own private hell.

You could focus on better things; but you’ve been here throughout my youth.

What is real, and what is blue; the worst in me is you.

Withering away in the shade..

The hands I’ve held; the cards I’ve played..

Withering away in the shade..

No love, no hate..

Withering away in the shade.

Hell’s highway leads to heaven’s gate..

Withering away in the shade..

Hollow.

Hollow.

Hollow.

I guess I’m just a fool.

What is real and what is blue..

What is real…

Shadows permissable, now void of light.

Love grows invisible; in the night.

Memories hold, but still I found no truth.

Gaining ground whilst withering away.

Blood boiling, miserable heart beating the day away.

God is known to me; like a chip in my tooth.

Hatred and envy; they know me well.

What I have and have not; is my own private hell.

You could focus on better things; but you’ve been here throughout my youth.

What is real, and what is blue; the worst in me is you.

The worst in me is you. – Michael Ament

Dungsmoker.

I want nothing.

I need nothing.

Waste not, want not; camel dung is my pot.

Dung smoker.

Dung smoker.

No shiny kettle.

Dung smoker.

No soap, no shoes.

I want nothing.

I need nothing.

Nails as long as my cock, at night I lay my head on a rock.

Dung smoker.

Dungsmoker.

No car, no food.

Dungsmoker.

No soap, no shoes.

I have nothing.

Don’t need nothing.

Burning desert oil, plastic bags and scraps to boil.

Dung smoker.

Dung smoker.

Shit, no water; no shiny kettle.

Dung smoker.

No soap, no shoes.

My pipe, my lungs.

My pipe, my lungs.

My pipe, my lungs.

Eyes are bloodshot.

Waste not, want not; camel dung is my pot.

Dung smoker.

Dung smoker.

No shiny kettle..

No soap, no shoes.

Blasphemer.

What you see is blasphemy.

Blasphemer.

Righteously indignant hypocrisy.

Christian, Muslim, Jew; matters not to me.

Jesus, Muhammad; all false prophets.

Minions of Lucifer.

Can’t help that you call me, antisemitic Nazi.

Can’t help what fools believe; what idiots feel inside.

Fuck off and die.

Burning holy books and propaganda of shem…

Ham, japeth; Abraham’s children.

Followers like cattle led to the cliff.

Below lies their threats of the burning pit.

Gehenna.

Gehenna.

Gehenna.

Behold your hole of excrement.

Gehenna, gehenna, gehenna; old and new testaments.

The narrow path to hell.

Golden skin, cold black eyes, angels enslave; blissful demise.

Eternity in servitude.

To a god that hates you.

What you see is blasphemy.

Blasphemer.

Righteously indignant hypocrisy.

Christian, Muslim, Jew; matters not to me.

Jesus, Muhammad; all false prophets.

Minions of Lucifer.

Can’t help that you call me, antisemitic Nazi.

Can’t help what fools believe; what idiots feel inside.

Fuck off and die.

Go forth, stand before your holy god.

Bow in judgement to inexorable crimes.

Accept punishment, accept your state, crystalline eggshells cut your feet; preaching flatulence in a house of cards.

The astral plane is so much more diverse.

The anima reacts to song and verse of pagan kind.

Choices lead you to your own personal afterlife; or reincarnation.

Why choose religion; why choose hate?

Why choose the demiurge to rule your fate?

It’s suicidal if you ask me.

But what am I? I’m not your father.

And it’s not as if lemmings ever bother.

What you see is blasphemy.

Blasphemer.

Righteously indignant hypocrisy.

Christian, Muslim, Jew; matters not to me.

Jesus, Muhammad; all false prophets.

Minions of Lucifer.

Can’t help that you call me, antisemitic Nazi.

Can’t help what fools believe; what idiots feel inside.

Fuck off and die.

Bow to the name that’s hallowed..

God is not so fucking shallow.

Bow to the name that’s hallowed..

God is not so fucking shallow.

Bow to the name that’s hallowed..

God is not so fucking shallow!

Enough.

Not enough.

Never enough.

Till I’m laid to rest.

In a coffin.

Claustrophile.

Food for worms.

O’ nature.. Everything I’ve taken; I give back to you.

Never enough.

So much existential pain.

(Never enough.)

Need a fucking drink or a Percocet.

(Never enough.)

Shot myself with too much to think.

(Never enough.)

Wide awake; can never blink.

(Never)

All laughs as I sink.

(Enough)

Is this the missing link.

It’s..

(It’s)

It’s never enough.

(Never enough)

Not enough.

Never enough.

Till I’m laid to rest.

In a coffin.

Claustrophile.

Food for worms.

O’ god.. Everything I’ve taken; I give back to you.

Never enough.

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(Never)

It’s..

(Never)

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(It’s never)

Never.

(Never enough.)

Not enough.

Never enough.

Till I’m laid to rest.

In a coffin.

Claustrophile.

Food for worms.

O’ nature.. Everything I’ve taken; I give back to you.

Never enough.

So much existential pain.

(Never enough.)

Need a fucking drink or a Percocet.

(Never enough.)

Shot myself with too much to think.

(Never enough.)

Wide awake; can never blink.

(Never)

All laughs as I sink.

(Enough)

Is this the missing link.

It’s..

(It’s)

It’s never enough.

(Never enough)

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(Never)

It’s..

(Never)

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(It’s never)

Never.

(Never enough.) -Michael Ament

Circling.

Hazy.

Esoteric enigma.

Concepts of a theme.

Blind eye; amethyst and lapis lazuli.

Polarize and center; the edge of dying.

Circling my dreams.

And what is it; that I saw?

And what is it; that I said?

And what is it worth?

Joyous exhalation; existential dread.

It’s all so enrapturing.

Crazy.

Chaotic as the universe.

Energy and their containers.

Deep roots thrive; obsidian and tiger’s eye.

Computate and entrap, order from disorder.

Circling my dreams.

And what is it; that I saw?

And what is it; that I said?

And what is it worth?

Joyous exhalation; existential dread.

It’s all so enrapturing.

Erasing.

My head is full to bursting.

My heart; it feels empty.

Love and lies; rose quartz and amazonite.

Terrorize and mentor; complete surrender.

Circling my dreams.

Circle my dreams.

And what is it; that I saw?

Circling my dreams?

And what is it; that I said?

Enrapturing me?

And what is it worth?

At the edge of dying..

And what is it; that I need?

Maybe you, maybe me; encircling my dreams… -Michael Ament

Shattered.

I’m shattered.

I need someone to repair me.

To hold me.

To know me for what I am.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

To cure the sickness.

To fix what’s broken.

Don’t you fly away birdie.

Don’t you run away.

I’m not all that scary.

I’m not all that terrifying.

But I’m terrified.

I’m sick and tired of being alone.

I’m shattered.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

Translucent; yet no one sees inside.

To the fire, the undying light.

To the shadows; cast upon what’s right.

To the cold, cold mountain that I’ve become.

No I can’t change what I’ve done.

Don’t you fly away birdie.

Don’t you run away.

I’m not all that scary.

I’m not all that terrifying.

But I’m terrified.

I’m sick and tired of being alone.

Cast down and shattered.

Cast down and stepped upon.

Cast down and ground beneath it’s heel.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

And blown away with the wind.

To the fire, the undying light.

To the shadows; cast upon what’s right.

To the cold, cold mountain that I’ve become.

I’m shattered.

I need someone to repair me.

To hold me.

To know me for what I am.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

To cure the sickness.

To fix what’s broken.

Don’t you fly away birdie.

Don’t you run away.

I’m not all that scary.

I’m not all that terrifying.

But I’m terrified.

I’m sick and tired of being alone.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

Translucent; yet no one sees inside. -Michael Ament

Suicide.

Cry me a river.

Cry me a sea.

Cry me an ocean.

I wouldn’t believe.

You don’t belong here.

Not here with me.

My home, my haven, my mind; is craven.

Die with me or leave.

Trapped in endless solitude, a depression; compression.

Squeezing the life out of me.

Except for you, like petulant children, crawling in to the crevices of my brain.

You could be so much better, but you’re hateful liars.

Projection, deflection, dissection, destroy; destroying me.

Salgir river.

Blackest sea.

Cry me an ocean.

I wouldn’t believe.

You don’t belong here.

And neither do I.

My home, my haven, my mind; is craven.

Not much longer until I die.

Not your brother, not your lover, not your buddy, not your friend.

Just a means to an end; for you.

Tripping and falling over the same tired words.

Insults and allegations.

Yes I know you, you’re a curse.

Cry me a river.

Cry me a sea.

Cry me an ocean.

I wouldn’t believe.

You don’t belong here.

Not here with me.

My home, my haven, my mind; is craven.

Die with me or leave.

Shut up.

Die.

Man up.

Die.

I am righteous.

Die.

You are not.

Indignation.

Indignation.

Indignation.

Salgir river.

Blackest sea.

Cry me an ocean.

I wouldn’t believe.

You don’t belong here.

Not here with me.

My home, my haven, my mind; is craven.

Die with me or leave.

Try me. -michael ament

Talk.

Talk, talk is all you do.

I couldn’t care two shits about you.

Talk until your face is blue.

Talk until your eyes pop out.

Talk until the drool comes from your mouth.

Talk, talk is all you do.

Schizophrenic voices is all you are.

Think you’re real, but I know better than to take it that far.

Mountains climbed, and drowning in valleys below.

Depression and disillusion is my soul.

Fuck you.

Talk, talk is all you do.

I couldn’t care two shits about you.

Talk until your face is blue.

I know better talkers than you.

Don’t want you here, just wish you’d get a clue.

Talk, talk is all you do.

“Burn and die”

“Stop lying to yourself.”

“Die in prison”

“You’re worse than everyone else”

“Your phallus leaves much to be desired”

“Your position is retired”

“Off yourself”

“There’s nothing you can do”

Talk, talk is all you do.

I couldn’t care two shits about you.

Talk until your face is blue.

Talk until your eyes pop out.

Talk until the drool comes from your mouth.

Talk, talk is all you do.

Voices in my head.

Rotting in my bed.

Wish I could die instead.

But in spite; I live to cause you dread.

Fuck you.

Talk, talk is all you do.

I couldn’t care two shits about you.

Talk until your face is blue.

I know better talkers than you.

Don’t want you here, just wish you’d get a clue.

Everything is dumb to you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Nothing is real.

Just shit and corpses

Fucking absurd.

You’re my fucking voices.

Fuck you.

Fuck.

You. -michael Ament

Flames of hell.

Idealistic sacrosanct dispositions.

Fallacious righteous indignations.

One world, one mind; fucking bullshit expectation.

Who are WE, and what are WE to you?

Condemnation over miniscule disagreements.

God forbid; if it isn’t Jesus.

Come with sword to cull the hordes.

Shallow and unstable.

Myriad of ideological whores.

Fucking pick and stick with.

And stop your whining.

Destroying the norm.

Conforming no more.

My dissertation of distancing.

Dissociation.

Tracing the outline of my inner form.

This is me, and we are not WE; I’ll be damned if we revel in obstinate glorification of degeneracy.

Find a place to be; just anywhere but here.

And choke on your impotence.

Parsimonious, prostrate, predilect; pricks.

Sanctimonious salivating serpents.

Caged and deserving.

Wishing to be free, but enslaved to oneself indefinitely.

Pour out a drink for the dead, damned; dipshits.

Nothing more than NPCs; lost to their humanity.

Consciousness waning, oases drying up.

Pineal pinecone crystallized and corrupt.

Sucking down, consuming the stagnant waters.

Brain eating parasites; eating each other.
One world, one mind; fucking bullshit expectation.

Who are WE, and what are WE to you?

Destroying the norm.

Conforming no more.

My dissertation of distancing.

Dissociation.

Tracing the outline of my inner form.

This is me, and we are not WE; I’ll be damned if we revel in obstinate glorification of degeneracy.

Find a place to be; just anywhere but here.

And choke on your impotence.

Parsimonious, prostrate, predilect; pricks.

Elohim..

Elohim..

Elohim damn it all.

Plant the seed.

Wrist to bleed.

Sanguinity to feed.

The petulant children damn it all.

Consternation.

Consternation.

Consternation.

Destroying the norm.

Conforming no more.

My dissertation of distancing.

Dissociation.

Tracing the outline of my inner form.

This is me, and we are not WE; I’ll be damned if we revel in obstinate glorification of degeneracy.

Find a place to be; just anywhere but here.

And choke on your impotence.

Parsimonious, prostrate, predilect; pricks.

Elohim damn it all.

To the flames of hell. – Michael Ament

Hole.

Sick and tired.

Ennui and desperately disillusioned.

Mirrored neuro-apathetic contusions.

Driving me to distancing myself from my humanity.

Dissociation and death.

Glorification of nothingness.

Insanity.

And we’re it so easy, to accept this; be like them.

So content.

So blissful and ignorant.

I would maybe find solace.

Feel something substantial.

The cost of this despair is too much to bear.

I’m better off spitefully enraptured in..

Cold and mired.

Ennui and physically ill.

Mirrored my anima; choking down pills.

Driving me into a stupor of numb hindrance.

Dissociation and death.

Glorification of arrogance.

Belligerence.

And we’re it so easy, to accept this; be like them.

So content.

So blissful and ignorant.

I would maybe find solace.

Feel something substantial.

The cost of this despair is too much to bear.

I’m better off spitefully enraptured in..

In this..

In this..

In this..

Hole.

Deep and dark.

Frozen hearts and bleeding souls.

Truer words never spoken than those of utter disappointment.

In this..

Feel a part of something.

Or fade into nothing.

It’s so damn..

Difficult..

And we’re it so easy, to accept this; be like them.

So content.

So blissful and ignorant.

I would maybe find solace.

Feel something substantial.

The cost of this despair is too much to bear.

I’m better off spitefully enraptured in..

In this..

In this..

In this..

Hole. -Michael Ament