(Kurn't Cobain)
Life ain't nothing but pipe dreams, no payoffs
Comfort to chaos, want Bernies, get Madoffs
Finally pick your weapon for the mission, see the tradeoffs
Your gun ain't saving this country, chill Adolf
Everybody's clucking but nobody's talking sense
Spitting jokes at solid armor, thinking wet spots are the dents
Tossing bricks at neighbors' windows, never look over the fence
You're a part of the freak show, bow, ladies and gents
I just wanna live life away from these fools
Not work it all away until I die with the blues
No matter what I've done, I feel like I lose
But I wouldn't start a war because my ego is bruised
It can burn though, I hope it does slow
It's a fire sale, everybody must go
It's getting dark and we're surrounded by fascists
I say we light it up and sort em from the ashes

(Claud Six)
Everything’s on fire, everything is burning up
But all the consequences have yet to reach suburbia
So everything is fine, no worries when they’re turning up
But Falling isn’t flying, unaffected ain’t impervious
Everything’s a drag, so pull me through the earth and mud
Face up so I can link the lights that make up perseus
Everything is down, something messed the servers up
So we’re praying to a being that would never worship us
Take me to eternia
Take me to eternia

(Blake Ambrose)
Coke bottle hourglass inside of rimmed spectacles
Let the healer hold your child upon the grim pedestal
Before you fight gravity against the trimmed petal float
Let’s have a hardy har at this sick meta joke
Better woke by the lights and pushing buttons
Grew in a shelled out world, always craving something
Seeing from a hollow self, confidence is practiced buffing
The Amazon’s ablaze, there is footage of drowning puffins
Checking my phone, hitting a scroll
That’s not feeding my soul, its distracting my mind
Another depleting toll, we measure the maximized time
You’re a mammal, seasons hold sway, so to crash is a right
Vast is the vibe, if you can afford to relax with your tribe
For many it’s just survive, as the systems tax on your life
Is it the ceaseless night? The fleas on some mice?
An uneven end to strife?
When cul de sac m wrap cheapens your life.