This is western culture, leave me as message. Hey, it’s Veronica! I can’t stop thinking about the other night It was amazing When I look at the stars, they remind me of the ones your fists made me see I haven’t eaten since that night The next time I see you, it’s going to be perfect! I’ll be perfect. You’re just going to love me so much. Oh yeah! I love the CD that you burned me, that was so sweet of you Mom tried to take it away from me She said it was “degrading” or whatever She just doesn’t understand Anyway, I can’t wait to see you again

Tear this apart Let tomorrow finally arrive Burn down the past I’m tired of the same thing Scanning the scene all day long Searching for drive in which I can’t hold on This is what it’s come to This is all I feel Awake to an alarm and it all starts again A day full of lethargy and emptiness Drained! Beyond the horizon I can see This will not be the end of me Hollow sincerity Pressing upon my lungs Sincere hollowing Of all importance Holding onto my thoughts They’re the only escape from this place What have I let it come to? This is all sub-real Taking part within a system Stripping away all importance Pseudo-colors radiating Faux rainbow visible Dispensable human beings Fucking tools are operating I can’t hear past all this beeping But I can’t quit smiling Hollow sincerity Pressing upon my lungs Sincere hollowing Of all importance I can’t take this anymore Just like I’ve said before But I’ll drag there back and forth I’ll drag behind me, my self-worth Beyond the horizon I can see This will not be the end of me Beyond the monotony I can just see Towards the end of the day Tear this apart Let tomorrow finally arrive Burn down the past I’m tired of the same thing Taking part within a system Stripping away all importance Pseudo-colors radiating Faux rainbow visible Dispensable human beings Fucking tools are operating I can’t hear past all this beeping But I can’t quit smiling

It always come down to this fire I always break down to be the liar These promises always go haywire Butterflies always fill the entire Why do I always push those away? Those who I make promise to always stay? I always get closest to the pain With relating to myself, I am insane I cannot move without feeling the rush of anticipation, endorphins swallow me whole Always torn All is burned Always gone All is harmed Always torn All is burned Always gone All is harmed Always Always... I always work so hard on these bridges Then wish I could just rip them out like stitches I always just want to save something And when it gets too hard, I want to do nothing How can I always be so naive? I see myself in them and I just want to believe I always forget how hard I fell down And people, unlike me, they stayed around I cannot move without feeling the sting of hypocrisy as I know that I am wrong Always torn All is burned Always gone All is harmed Always torn All is burned Always gone All is harmed Always fond All is wrong Always sweet All is weak Always smiles All's defiled Always love All is nothing All is nothing All is nothing... I repeat this over and over I will make you my woeful lover And shower you with words of comfort I think I'm removing all the dirt Then it blows up in your face And then I change my entire pace I'll go from taking the pain away To running and adding more pain to stay I cannot move without feeling the rush of anticipation, endorphins swallow me whole Always torn All is burned Always gone All is harmed Always torn All is burned Always gone All is harmed Always fond All is wrong Always sweet All is weak Always smiles All's defiled Always love All is nothing Always... All is nothing

Hitler learned everything he knew from Amerikkka The Pink Lady screamed that, “Dresden Is Still Alive!” Her fingers are like lips They can write or bite Spit or fight Yell daggers or hold a knife Either way, they’re here to open your eyes If you miss your eyelids Don’t be surprised She’ll hold them from reprise But don’t be shocked if you despise What once blocked you Kept you shielded from what’s outside And if you take debate And let go of fate Then you’ll learn what we all should hate American slavery Held permanently Whipped genetically It took a war to free Segregated legally Treated unfairly Equalized pusedo-ly Given a few opportunities instead of equalized structurally And yet there are those who claim that they are merely leeching Apron, hair pin, cooking, washing, listening, loving, baking, baby, make-up, nurture Does it paint a picture? Cars, guitars, break laws, sinners, body hair, boots, pick-ups, propose, smashing Does it paint a scene? Every time a men’s bathroom is left without a changing stall Every time a woman gets laughed at while under a car Every time a man gets hit by a woman and its okay Every time a woman does the same job and she receives less pay We all play in to these ideas These concepts What we should regret and get upset about is what we let everyone think is in stone and set Heroes risk life, limb and mind Their on the corner begging for your dime Those who create “support the troops” bumper stickers Have done nothing to take away that bottle of liquor They go across seas to fight for our country Yet our country allows them to die in our streets Actin’ like we don’t know anything about PTSD Actin’ like it’s not our fault they’ve gone crazy Then there are those who look down on them Killing innocents You’re not there and you don’t know a fucking thing That is the savagery that war does bring Don’t judge actions outside of their context So jump off of this superiority complex Open your mouth, and do something about it We are the ones who let it happen Stand there and tell me sexuality is a choice Is a sin, it’s pretend. Let me be another voice When you spend Your whole life Trying to Convince your Self that you Are not bi Are not gay It will tear Eat away ‘Cause you know How people Feel about Something so Important as who you want to love Cast away All of those Practices The pseudo Sciences Understand This is real And for those Of you who Want to say That all we Want is some Attention Then why don’t You just please, please Stop giving It to us Turn off your television Turn off your media mind If you would just close your eyes to it You would find you’d be less blind The media slips us roofies Money turns us around Monopolies bend us over And ignorance begins to pound We eat and shit statistics We don’t care what they mean We’d have to think about it Please tell us what they mean We won’t question you Don’t worry Just lead with whatever bleeds We are so thankful We actually thought we were safe on these streets

Upon all of you, I will dance Judge like a cheated romance Never a thing to amend It is fair to condescend A delectable unnappreciation given and received, fueling the void for this disease. Character of malcontent. She does seek - searches just to fit in. This ballet of vacuity. Feelings intertwined around a deceitful smile as she spins around after the projection of her bile. A rabid tongue to remonstrate equality. Egoism pestering perceived customary tellurian species. A delectable unnappreciation given and received, fueling the void for this disease. Character of malcontent. She does seek - searches just to fit in. This ballet of vacuity. Casted glare at the worms, grotto inhabitants. Undeserving of her charm. Her belabor seems perfect. This ballet of vacuity. Push down cockroaches. Discourse with a queen. Nothing more than digest, there can never be. Insecurities are mere ramifications - raising perfection, bleeding infection. Scrawny screams of piercing fear. She’s got just a bit too much of her father in her. To be compensated, given the riches - creating the shell that is far too pertinacious. A giant breaking the minute A cascade ignored Making a world disrepute Killing what he helped bore Fractioned into something ugly A new cycle stops the ill use Material given to soak up the pain Suppressed one way, throw out in disdain To never speak of those days To never feel this I always closed my eyes Eventually the tears went away It was stolen. It could be given back. Wretched and daunting. She’d rather live with the void. She’d rather live with the void. She’d rather live with the void. The ballet of vacuity. Every path but one she sees - makes not an option. The only road she sees leads straight to destruction. It can be given back. It won’t be given back. It can be given back. It won’t be given back. A delectable unnappreciation given and received, fueling the void for this disease. Character of malcontent. She does seek - searches just to fit in. This ballet of vacuity. Sour in this tale of obstruction Limited to one function To give the cheapest thrill of me My ballet of vacuity

A friendly devil – like death. Aged, masked, deceptive: hell. “Come here, little girl.” Little; like you are – not like I want you to think you are. Pile of automechanical metal reflecting sin; waiting for innocence Such a darling hymen to be destroyed by our terror Wincing Two lips bit One not to scream One not to scream Girl, this is what you are Slut, you bare the scar (of me) You’re the meat For me to eat Ouija dances – fumbling zippers. Playful, whimsy, virgin: stumble “Little girl, this is what you wanted!” – “No it’s not, I swear!” Pile of cultural-mechanical poison contaminating the soul water An emotional aero-sault can – this is purezone depletion Flinching Two breasts grabbed One out of instinct One out of instinct You thought it was innocent Didn’t realize you were delicate (naïve) You’ll never deserve this part It’s just a part of who you are You set out the bait It’s as swallowed As you will be A gunshot for a white lie Ululate for injustice Oh how I feel it too Oh how I will destroy you A gunshot for a black tie I am the gentlemen by which you will die This is the formality Excusing morality This is the industry Like infant mortality This is the moon Is the sky Is the sun Is the fabric of minds Fabric of minds in which need to unwind Fabric of time in which seems to bind I don’t have to wait Your abundance is great You’re everywhere I don’t have to wait for you I’ll ruin you either way I have the power to Whatever you want to do Long sleeves for a razor I am the world in which you must survive This is the anarchy Of plastic sexuality And so theatrically I’ll display it publically But just a few care And even fewer cry While you just die Between your thighs and eyes Value placed on what a mirror can supply Plexiglas in which reflects our lies This is who you are This is who we are You’ll never deserve this part But yours is a discarded heart

This is western culture, leave me a message. I’m sorry I acted so weird last night… I just couldn’t believe you bought me such a beautiful ring I wanted to say something…but it didn’t seem like you wanted me to I know you just wanted to enjoy the moment But I don’t want you to think that I didn’t appreciate what you gave me ‘Cause I really do! Its sweet All my girlfriends are so jealous! I also just wanted to let you know that I hung that picture of us up in my room We need another one; I’m barely visible in this one. But it’ll have to do until we get another one. Okay, I’m going to exercise and then going to sleep. Love ya

I can’t bear to look you in your eyes I’m too ashamed and I’m to blame I’m reducing the frequency of fulfillment I’m adamant – my disappointment I hate the way I thought I had fixed it all Angel Lust Now my corpse is leaning against the wall Angel Lust The blood drains down into my mirage Angel Lust Looking aroused, alive. But really dust. Angel Lust I’m as gone as yesterday and I cannot see Waking up tomorrow As everything improves I just consume All of it. All this intent I’ll tear off the smile In which I’ll defile I make it all worthwhile I hate being a liar I mend my heart right in front you And eat all the stitches I worked so hard on And that is all I eat

I want to be sticky I want the thin skin on the pole’s warmth I want inside the undercurrent She sees the aesthetic pleasure. A personal flame to fit the structure. To have the patriciate flow within her. She can manipulate the empty dupe while the hook strains and drags her. Such irony arrives inside the gossamer. Father could but couldn’t fill it. Subordinate collapse at the facade of her vanity. Still there’s nothing that’s completed the graft. Now the elite, she perceives, is the antidote, and all of their poison will fill the hole. She needs the patriciate to flow within her. I am the hollow despoiled I pursue the poisonous remedy I am the cheated ghost I am the cigarette burn We peel my chewed fingernails backwards to expose the pink in which we’ll turn black She is more curtailed than any of the other people she makes her demons. Turned a burnt offering into something less desirable just by spreading the fire. The flummoxed sour victim looks forth to the cavernous homes of similar swollen sores. And upon life will this misguided be dressed with a dazzling yet inside-torn vest. She sees the aesthetic pleasure. A personal flame to fit the structure. To have the patriciate flow within her. She can manipulate the empty dupe while the hooks strains and drags her. Such irony arrives inside the gossamer. Father could but couldn’t fill it. Subordinate collapse at the facade of her vanity. Still there’s nothing that’s completed the graft. Now the elite, she perceives, is the antidote, and all of their poison will fill the hole. She needs the patriciate to flow within her. My craving lens sees a glue Each shell commences and inebriates My craving lens sees a glue Each shell smiles while plunging the dagger My craving lens sees a glue Each shell veneered in ravishing dirt My craving lens sees a glue Each shell beautifully covering up the hurt A bellowing heart will ensue the tracks that lead straight to the pit of a new world. A desire for smoke to conceal her thoughts as she looks for a way to take some control. An abuser abused is in touch with the way that serenity doesn’t exist as portrayed. Veins that will flow with the rush of decay. And let yesterday have more light than today. Vile diffusion within her grasp. Embrace the numb - live the side effects. Surrounded by cut-up livestock. A home at last - a receding box. Vile diffusion within her grasp. Embrace the numb - live the side effects. Surrounded by cut-up livestock. A home at last - a receding box. I am leaving this world I am joining my own kind One where I can be numb One where I can be numb

Now stand up If you can’t change How you’ve been born And if you face The ugly scorn Of sexism That deadly storm Now stand up Now stand up Somewhere in America a woman is battered, usually by her intimate partner, every 15 seconds. 15% of domestic violence victims, in America, are male. And men lack support for domestic violence and face being stigmatized even worse than females for being beaten by their partner. Now men, Stand up if you Feel as if you Could be beaten In broad daylight In public By a female And nothing Would happen Even though you Know that if it Was the other Way around That you would be Laying on the ground In handcuffs For the awful Thing that you just did Now women, Stand up if you Feel afraid Every time That you’re alone With your man And his temper Flares off Because you know What could happen If it ever just gets bad enough And how he’ll Get away With what he Just did to you Because you’re Not ever supposed To leave your man Now stand up If you can’t change How you’ve been born And if you face The ugly scorn Of sexism That deadly storm Now stand up Now stand up If you hate How unfair Things can be Just because Of the way People wrongly Perceive Now stand up Women are acquitted of spousal murder at a rate 9 times that of men Across the globe women do two thirds of the world's work, receive one tenth of the world's income and own less than 1% of the world's property Work, work, work Do that work Feel that burn Raise those kids Where in the hell would this world be? Where in the hell would any of us be? It takes two It takes cooperation But your paycheck is less out of discrimination It has nothing to do with what you do It has nothing to do with what they do It has everything to do with what we do And how we allow this to go through Justice, justice The way things work We’ll get justice Isn’t that right But no, not quite; we all know that But no, not quite; we won’t stop that Murder is murder No matter your gender But if you’re a male you’re the worse offender It has everything to do with portrayal Gender equality shows its betrayal The odds are so much higher for you going to jail When we’re treated unfairly, the whole system fails Now stand up If you can’t change How you’ve been born And if you face The ugly scorn Of sexism That deadly storm Now stand up Now stand up If you hate How unfair Things can be Just because Of the way People wrongly Perceive Women receive custody of 92% of the children of divorce and illegitimacy, and men only 4%. Women working full-time, year-round earn only about 77 cents for every dollar earned by men, virtually the same amount women earned in 2004. In 2005, the median annual earnings of women ages 15 and older were $31,858, compared to $41,386 for their male counterparts. Stigmas shackle your freedom Rampant is discrimination The seeds planted in history We water them currently The villains are now all of us The villains are a part of us But deep inside are those heroes The heroes whom which know That all of us are just human And we all must rid the rumen For the cud that comes up to chew That is coming out of you Before you act Before you scream Before you behave Ignorantly Use those filters Search for truth Do that math Try to keep cool ‘Cause it’s always up to us to make a difference It’s always up to us to shed ignorance And if you refuse to see that we are one Then you are a part of what the culture has numbed Now stand up If you can’t change How you’ve been born And if you face The ugly scorn Of sexism That deadly storm Now stand up Now stand up If you hate How unfair Things can be Just because Of the way People wrongly Perceive

Everything seems to bite back and lead me to those days so epic and real The smell of her or a million different songs seem to make me feel unhealed Seeing a bus travelling towards sadness and heartache instead of satisfying those who anticipate Every acoustic guitar and every cigarette just tear me into a mess All of the cutting All of the pain All of the wanting All of the shame All of tomorrow Becoming a shattered dream Not being strong enough To even scream I still dream about her, us being together And every time I wake in tears It’s not out of regret, but out of love Losing that which I care most about I fear Sneaking into a house every night Not going home alone out of fright Watching a relationship break in two Being a part of a group confused Driving high when I didn’t know what to do Writing a note that would’ve changed all of you Sneaking over late, just to lay with her Yet falling a crutch that would defer All of the encryption All of the insane All the hospital visits Makes all else tame All of these feelings Not knowing where to go All the bad judgment All the overflow All of this naustagia All of these tear drops All of the memories Will never be stopped They remind me of vulnerability They remind me of heartache And how I hated me

Let it go Outside her head Inside her head Let her know Save her soul Outside the bed Inside the bed Just take her home She bites the skin upon his neck “It’s always better in the bed When you see a little red” At least, that is what she said Sink the nails into his back Trenches from where she has scratched “Just you breathe and relax” She likes it rough Sweet, sweet smile Make up and defile Fucking the princess But she likes it rough If you saw her eyes You would be surprised That not so deep down She likes it rough A type of girl who can Get so bored in a place like this In the spotlight day to day Someone who needs to spice things up A kind of girl who has So much pressure building up And needs some way to get it out Somewhere she can fuck and shout Dead! Inside this life So trifling So insincere Alive! Outside her life Between the sheets Still insincere Let it go Outside her head Inside her head Let her know Save her soul Outside the bed Inside the bed Just take her home She bites the skin upon his neck “It’s always better in the bed When you see a little red” At least, that is what she said Sink the nails into his back Trenches from where she has scratched “Just you breathe and relax” She likes it rough Dead as the light With a switch You and she can break her heart Tearing apart Everything she Sacrificed Or you can motivate You can differentiate Between what she needs And what she thinks she needs A type of girl who can Get so bored in a place like this In the spotlight day to day Someone who needs to spice things up A kind of girl who has So much pressure building up And needs some way to get it out Somewhere she can fuck and shout

Can you feel the pressure? Of course you can They use their eyes to measure you Like a grain of sand Their judgments are like weather A million occur But it takes just one To take ahold of your life And cut like a knife But like a pulsating jackhammer It goes on and on and on You can’t walk those halls Without feelin’ like you are on stage It’s Miss America, and you’re the star today You signed up when you grew up And when you mess up, then your time’s up So you better not be plain And you better discipline yourself to the point you’ve gone insane You better not show the scar at the tip of your finger They’d eat you if they knew you had pain You fight and fight to be liked And if you win, well then you’re dead That happiness is in your head And you’ve lost your self-respect The model is getting thinner and thinner While the reality is getting bigger and bigger The incongruency is making girls go to such measures Anna and Mia telling them that it’s for the better Then you go home to watch some TV You turn it on to see a sex scene Then you realize it’s just advertising The perfume that will lead straight to the act That you’ve been taught is supposed to be sacred Yet it’s exploited so much and you can’t bear to take it But the television’s there more than your parents And things sink in the more that you hear them Seven minutes from mom Five minutes from dad While deep down you know that you wish that you had More things to say to them than you do to your cat And your drinking and smoking They call it rebellion They’re telling you this But all the while yelling And then maybe one day If you’re all lucky You all will sit down And find all of this funny That all of this time You thought you all were dysfunctional It was really the culture What you’re a product of It’s so hard not to do What the culture tells you So you submit With a razor on you Or you protest to all its demands And hurt yourself more with your bare hands Than the culture ever had planned Or you cry out for someone to help By being extreme as your way to yell Or you look for a way to regain control By hurting yourself way more than you’re prone Of every psychological disorder Anorexia is the hardest to ensure That its victim will survive That its victim will be alive To live a life To satisfy Their real needs To live everything To live a life where they can control more than their eating To live a life where they’re not competing With the culture That waits like a vulture Just waiting to devour Just waiting to turn this story sour In a world gone cold You just have lanugo To keep you tightly wrapped around what is left of your soul Can you live in this world Overweight and a girl And feel good in a culture That says you’re ugly, despite your worth? Outer beauty is absolutely the most routinely looked at quality And when it becomes attractive To be unnaturally thin Then it becomes an objective To do unnatural actions Sometimes these rules just add to the problems When they’re in place, with no love, there is drama And growing up needs to be more than things that will harm us Spend that money Smoke and drink When you grow up You can do all these things And you can be on T.V. And be reduced to a body And show you’re grown up and spontaneous and free Then influence more with that hypocrisy You have to understand the example it is setting You have to understand the message it’s sending The media is turning women into sex friends And men are influenced to believe all these things The majority of males admit There are times in which consent Is not needed to have sex with a women This is what the culture has told them Ladies by day Whores by night This is what Is portrayed as right The boys that pressure them to have sex Are revered for completing their manly quest but the girls are reduced and called sluts A double standard that’s never been touched One in four of all women are raped One in four of all women are raped One in four of all women are raped One in four of all women are raped Such a thing needs to be Thought of as being as extreme As necrophilia or bestiality Such a thing needs to be extinct We need a change in society If we’re to raise children healthfully Properly Equally Respectfully Correctly And here I am, a male Not yet ready to call myself a man And I’m trying my hardest to understand Where you’re coming from And where you stand I hope that one day we are equal I hope that one day people don’t know what rape is I hope that one day you can walk alone at night without fear I hope that one day you won’t be afraid to be smart I hope that one day you don’t feel pressure to look a certain way I hope that one day you all will eat normally I hope that one day business and politics will accurately represent you I hope that one day all our schools will have stories about women, written by women I hope that one day you won’t be lesser I hope that one day we can all be proud I hope for that

Hungry, hungry Dizzy, dizzy This excess flesh It hangs within me Dirty, dirty Heavy, heavy I’ll infect it be- fore it infects me Churning, churning Screaming, screaming I will event- ually feed me Waiting, waiting Hating, hating Until then I’ll teach me a lesson Hungry, hungry Worried, worried Guilty, guilty Awful, awful Dizzy, dizzy Enjoy, enjoy No more, no more Awful, awful There’s no cutting Tearing Bleeding Instead there’s nothing Starving Stopping Hardly for image Reflection Unsatisfaction But for hatred Fraction Lacking… Hungry, hungry Worried, worried Guilty, guilty Awful, awful Dizzy, dizzy Enjoy, enjoy No more, no more Awful, awful Mirror, mirror on the wall I am about to fall I can see my snow demon Not enough time to cover it Mirror, mirror, should I save face? There has never been a place There has never been a time I just always let it shine Mirror, mirror I pity me Should I not let them see? I am fading, I am falling And so soon, I will be crawling break This punishment takes so long I want to speed to it up Cutting along the dotted line I am a dotted line I don’t even have a prime I am just a dotted line I keep looking but cannot find How to make me a solid line That way this world would fold me Before I continue with the cutting And the spit would weaken me Damp and so easy for ripping Perhaps the line is irrelevant But the material in which it represents Because I know it’s the disgust And not the stomach The only thing in which I can’t destroy Is that inner little boy The one who used to have a dad The one who was never sad The one who died at age four The one who wished he wasn’t born The one in which lost everyone The one in which I often shun I am just a dotted line Confined to paper, on which I draw But like all other pieces I will be wadded and disposed Unless I frame me for all to see And stand the test of history I am just a dotted line I hope in the future, you all will find Hungry, hungry Worried, worried Guilty, guilty Awful, awful Dizzy, dizzy Enjoy, enjoy No more, no more Awful, awful As I keep myself hollow The more and more this pain grows Shingle shackled to my skin I’ll just do it again and again Full of hunger and full of pain With no will to make it go away Full of apathy and sadness I just want my innocence And as I’m empty more and more My face becomes more stern and firm A habit that can catch on quick I wonder if it will stick

Veronica: Hey! WC: oh hey Violet! Veronica: …it’s Veronica WC: Says who? Violet: …what do - WC: You’re Violet now! Violet: what are you talking about? WC: Since you’re now mine, I’m naming you whatever I please. And while I’m at it, I’m controlling everything else too. Violet: Babe…are you drunk? WC: Always. So are you. Violet: No I’m not… WC: Yes you are. That’s what your empty stomach is telling me Violet: You’re scaring me WC: That doesn’t matter. You’re not going anywhere. Violet: Okay, I’m hanging up now. How about you call me when you sober up?! WC: You called me! Violet: Well, that’s the last time. Next time you call me. WC: You will call me. You have to. Violet: I don’t have to do anything! WC: You’ll see… (violet starts crying) pause Violet: Where are you? WC: Right behind you. Violet: No you’re not. Where are you?! WC: You’re lying Violet: What are you talking about?! WC: To yourself. You know I’m right behind you. That’s where I’ve always been. That’s where I’ll always be. Now turn around. Give me a hug. I’m sorry for what I said earlier… It won’t happen again, Violet Violet. I’m really sorry WC: its okay…