it was on a monday morning about the hour of nine when a fatal crash did happen inside of kona mines this fatal accident occured on the fifteenth day of june in the early hour of the morning when the flowers were in bloom his comrades, they were working trying to make the day when the fatal accident took his life away we took him to the doctor took him by the hand too late, too late the doctor said he's gone to a better land many a day has passed and gone since that fateful day he's sleeping now, on a hill beneath a mound of clay

well the prettiest thing I ever seen stood so tall in front of me an appalachian mountain range beautiful, surreal and strange but the ugliest thing I ever seen cleared a mountain in front of me and I think my heart must've skipped a beat it cleared way near 800 feet among the holler fills and the fire rock in the air we'll close our eyes and we'll hope for the safety of the land for which we care for which we care so as these rivers fill with slurry flow there's just one thing you outta know we can put an end to this if we band together and resist cause this cannot be justified so don't give up your land or rights stop those machines in their tracks turn those motherfuckers right on back cause among the holler fills and the fire rock in the air we'll close our eyes, we'll fucking fight for the safety of the land for which we care for which we care

satanic insurrection against the lunacy of capitalist oppression and christian theocracy worship at the altar of unholy baphomet with the power of satan, tear down this government destroy every border no walls will we build for the glory of satan all the police shall be killed damn them all Donald Trumps severed head falls from the guillotine Richard Spencer disemboweled, antifascist war machine mandatory abortions fuel stem cell research wipe the scourge of conservatism from the face of the earth destroy every border no walls will we build for the glory of satan all the police shall be killed damn them all Kropotkin leads the ritual Bezos hung by his feet Emma Goldman hear my sacrifice destroy patriarchy in mutual aid of satan in mutual aid of satan in mutual aid of satan

well I like getting drunk in the middle of the day and sometimes I punch holes in the wall when I'm not feeling okay I know thats toxic behavior but I'm working on it even though I haven't patched up the last holes that I hit ask me what I think and today I might shut the fuck cause truthfully I think we've all had enough of listening to angry white guys yell about the world but if I had my way I might've been born a girl I'll tell you what I think Sometimes, I wanna be a girl so I don't have to feel this shame Sometimes, I wanna be a girl but I don't wanna change my name and yeah I know I"ve got a fucking beard I don't really give a shit if you think thats weird cause gender is not defined by how I look or smell and if you don't like the scent of flowers you can go to hell I'll do as I please Sometimes, I wanna be a girl so I don't have to feel this shame Sometimes, I wanna be a girl but I don't wanna change my name well I still like getting drunk in the middle of the day but lately I've been dealing with things in a more healthy way most days are still a struggle but at least I got out of bed and I think I've finally learned to just shut the fuck up Sometimes, I wanna be a girl so I don't have to feel this shame Sometimes, I wanna be a girl but I don't wanna change my name No, I don't wanna change my name

When I was just a little kid I used to love parades with banners, bands and red balloons and maybe lemonade when I came home one mayday my neighbours father said them marchers is all commies tell me kid are you a red? well, I didnt know just what he meant my hair back then was brown our house was plain red brick like most others in the town so I went and asked my mamma why our neighbour called me red my mummy took me on her knee and this is what she said Well you ain't done nothin' if you ain't been called a red if you've marched or agitated, you're bound to hear it said so you might as well ignore it, or love the word instead cause you ain't been doin' nothin' if you ain't been called a red When I was growin' up, had my troubles I suppose when someone took exception to my face or to my clothes or tried to cheat me on a job or hit me on the head when I organised to fight back why the bastards called me red But you ain't done nothin' if you ain't been called a red if youv'e marched or agitated, you're bound to hear it said so you might as well ignore it, or love the word instead cause you ain't been doin' nothin' if you ain't been called a red When I was livin' on my own one apartment that I had had a lousy rotten landlord let me tell ya he was bad but when he tried to throw me out I rubbed my hands and said you ain't seen a struggle if you haven't fought a red! And you ain't done nothin' if you ain't been called a red if you've marched or agitated, then you're bound to hear it said so you might as well ignore it, or love the word instead 'cause you ain't been doin' nothin' if you ain't been called a red Well I kept on agitatin', cause what else can you do? you're gonna let them sons of bitches walk all over you my friends said you'll get fired, hanging with that commie mob I should be so lucky buddy, I ain't got a job And you ain't done nothin' if you ain't been called a red if you've marched or agitated, then you're bound to hear it said so you might as well ignore it, or love the word instead cause you ain't been doin' nothin' if you ain't been called a red Well I've been agitatin' now for fifty years or more for jobs or for equality and always against war I'll keep on agitatin' as far as I can see and if that's what being red is then It's good enough for me 'cause you ain't done nothin' if you ain't been called a red if you've marched or agitated, then you're bound to hear it said so you might as well ignore it, or love the word instead cause you ain't been doin' nothin' if you ain't been called a red

saw a man roll in on a bulldozer today said that hes here to take the trees away said he dont like it but hes got a job to do and if you were in his shoes, what would you do? saw a man roll by on that tank yeterday well we all know theres a war underway said he dont like it, but hell hes got a job to do and if you were in his shoes, you'd do the same thing to did ya see that cop beat the homeless man on the news bringing out more riots, accusations of abuse well they still say hes got a job to do and if you were in his shoes, would you do the same thing? nobodys guilty if everyones to blame but theres nothing worth fighting for if we play that game so the time has come won't ya step out of your shoes hotwire a bulldozer tell me what you'd do, what would you do? what would you do?

if we had a choice, we would live this way forever and if it meant a thing, we would change for the better but we both know theres nothing to gain and if I had a choice, I'd never leave my house I'd stay inside my room and drink all by myself but goddammit I've got somewhere to be so jesus take my liver and satan take the wheel send my body up to heaven but my organs never heal jesus take my liver, and satan take the wheel send my body up to heaven but my organs never heal and if I had a hope we might make it out alive I'd burn this fucking house down, and run across state lines cause I know theres nothing for me here instead I just get drunk, all day by myself and now I'm living in a goddamn living hell and I know its no ones fault but mine so jesus take my liver and satan take the wheel send my body up to heaven but my organs never heal jesus take my liver, and satan take the wheel send my body up to heaven but my organs never heal well if we had a choice, we would live this way forever and if it meant a thing, we would change for the better but we both know theres nothing to fucking gain so jesus take my liver and satan take the wheel send my body up to heaven but my organs never heal jesus take my liver, and satan take the wheel send my body up to heaven but my organs never heal send my body up to heaven but my organs never heal send my body up to heaven but my organs never heal send my body up to heaven but my organs never heal send my body up to heaven but my liver... my liver will never fucking heal

trying hard to forget the thing that I've done in the past this illusion of forgiveness was never meant to last but I'm not afraid of your ghost anymore its just the memories that come with it they say you reap what you sew and lately my garden hasn't had much room to grow but I'll plant a seed if I could only somehow learn to believe in something more than me trying hard to become the man I once was in the past but I think he's gone forever, and I can't bring him back all the crops that I plant crumble and rot away I'm left alone to sit on this decay they say you reap what you sew and lately my garden hasn't had much room to grow but I'll plant a seed if I could only somehow learn to believe in something more than me I don't have to say farewell no one cares much anyhow it hurts to say goodye and I know all of the blame is mine I do miss feeling close, but I guess the truth is... you reap what you've sewn

well I was born in old virginia to south carolina I did go there I courted a pretty little woman but her age, oh her age I did not know Her hair was brown and curly her cheeks were a rosy red on her breast she wore white lilies for all the tears that I have shed when I sleep I'm dreaming of you when I wake I have no rest each moment feels like an hour as the pain shoots through my chest for I'd rather be in some dark holler where the sun don't never shine than for you to be some other mans darling when ya ain't no longer mine no longer mine papa says I must not marry mother says this will never do but girl, if you are willing I'll run away with you for I'd rather be in some dark holler where the sun don't never shine than for you to be some other mans darling when ya ain't no longer mine no longer mine

the devil walked the forest, among the creeks and stones looking to find solace in what he could never own a young man came upon him, beneath the willow tall said, I'm dreaming of a woman with white lilies on her shawl the devil stood before him, and gazed into his eyes if this womans love you want, to me then pledge your life three gifts I will give you, and from here you will go take all your new riches, your silver and your gold in the harbor waits a ship, you'll sail across the sea and on the day that you return, you'll have what you seek a final gift I give you, and this you should have known I walk this woods a specter with no body of my own his voice now in a whisper, the devil, he did speak for now he takes possession and the devil here is me

"come in, come in" said an old true love "well met, well met" said he for I'm just returning from the salt, salt sea and it's all for the love of thee Come in, come in, my old true love And have, have a seat with me It's been three-fourths of a long, long year since together we have been No I can't come in, no I can't sit down For I haven't but a moment's time They say you're married to a house carpenter and your heart will never be mine Well I coulda married the king's daughter dear I'm sure she would've married me But I've forsaken her crowns of gold and it's all for the love of thee Now will you forsake your house carpenter And come, come along with me? I'll take you there where the grass grows green on the banks of the deep blue sea She picked up her little babe And kisses gave him three She said, "Stay right here, my darling little babe and keep your papa company" Well we had been on ship about three weeks I'm sure, I'm sure that it was not four When my love began to weep and mourn and mourn most bitterly Said, "Are you a-weeping for my silver or my gold?" Said, "Are you a-weeping for my stones?" Are you weeping for that house carpenter whose face you'll never see anymore?" Said "No I'm not a-weeping for your silver or your gold neither for your stones I am weeping for my darling little babe whose face I'll never see anymore" Well we had been on ship three weeks I'm sure, I'm sure that it was not four Then she sprung a leak in the bottom of the hull and she sunk for to rise no more she sprung a leak in the bottom of the hull and she sunk for to rise no more

Down in the Willow garden My lover and I did meet As we sat a-courtin' My lover fell off to sleep I had a bottle of Burgundy wine My lover she did not know And there I poisoned that dear little girl Where the willow did grow I drew a sabre through her It was a bloody knife I threw her in the river It was such an awful sight My father often told me His money would set me free If I did murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connolly Now he sits at his old cabin door Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes As he watches the death of his only son Up yonder scaffold high My race is run, beneath the sun The devil is calling for me For I did murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly

(spoken word) how much is a soul worth? not a soul, but your soul I think theres times I would've sold mine for a dimebag of some shitty grass or half a pack of cigarettes I would've let it go for two or three tickets to that one show but man, what was the name of the band? Let it grow someone says, let the interests take hold someone says but this hot potato is getting fucking old and to be honest man I can't even feel the burns anymore or the holes where my hands once were If I had a soul I would trade it for an oven mitt or something but no, that line was signed dated and printed and for what? not vices entertainment or pleasure not talents, or loved ones, or anything you could really measure I sold my soul to the devil just to see what no soul was like and to be honest with you I think I should've asked for more cigarettes life is a pall mall menthol 100 so long, as in life but so short each puff as I inhale, the smoke leaves the lungs the breath of life has prevailed darkening my thoughts as the 100 burns into a 50, halfway through falling into the same patterns of addiction slowly, slowly realizing my 20s, 30s are wasted 40s are flying by, as I puff my cigarette the 50 burns down, I’m to the logo now my life has almost run out but my hand and my heart, won’t let me stop smoking my wife’s was put out, put out by her thoughts it seems odd to extinguish a cigarette by shooting a bullet direct to the brain as her butt falls in the tray I realize my thoughts have frayed I’m going insane my kids are all gone, they went off on their own to smoke a longer or shorter rolled up but such is life, we always leave by the gun or the knife it all ends at the filter. mines almost done, the cherry’s fallen out oh god Im dying, babe here I come I drop my pall mall, and stare at the sky no more thoughts or fear its my time to die fly high and see all I’ve known perish I kneel, and wait for the end I look up, and what do I see? a brand new cigarette, fully lit, and all for me I can’t handle this, I’m going to quit Get out of life, this shoe no longer fits The poison’s working, now I take one last hit, now I cough, the pain burning I take my final bow the bullet to my cerebral the pain in my chest I'm not sad to think that suicide is best the darkness fills, no more smoke no more thoughts lifting up lifting up forgetting everything down to the final toke I fear, I fear, I fear and I hope a tiny light comes from above I feel like the hand ripping through this glove struggling to be free head then feet, I am a new me I look down what do I see? a marlboro red 72 struggling to light struggling to light without thinking I puff my life starts to rust no matter what I do I die again no matter how hard, how hard I try I just burn out again in the dirt I lie cigarette in hand in the dirt I lie this frayed knot tied

if theres no work in walking in to fuel the talk I'll turn away right now and walk I can't find any beauty in the contours of this face I can't find comfort in this place I feel like a man who fell from the boat like I went to take a drink, and only choked this ain't a shipwreck we never set sail never left the dock we drowned anyhow sold us a lie to quell our fears when we finally arrived there was nothing here how could we believe earthly suffering would ever have a cosmic reprieve could ever have a cosmic... theres no defining moment in any of our lives just events held together on a string meaning is only defined by the self lost by the time the moments pass and its not any deeper than that spite is a luxury and hatred is a privilege both those things we can't afford to have cause we're stuck here at the bottom as they scream from the top and they don't care how we feel no they don't care how we feel I just hope that theres no such thing as god cause theres no explanation for this shit war and poverty endless attrocities who the fuck could create this could create this our father, who art in heaven hallowed by his name follow blindly, obey without question take not his name in vain for if you refuse to sit idly by as he tortures, maims and kills he shall condemn you to the darkest depths of fire and torment in hell suffer his hedonism I just hope that theres no such thing as god cause theres no explanation for this shit war and poverty endless attrocities who the fuck could create this could create this someday you will die somehow somethings gunna steal your carbon someday you will die somehow somethings gunna steal your carbon someday you will die somehow you will know we are only carbon life is a luxury, and hatred is a privilege both those things we can't afford to have living life so vacantly its just a false dichotomy, juxtaposed between the good and bad emotional resentment, self loathing and you just start to forget what is real cause we suffer at the bottom while he's screaming from the top and he don't give a fuck how we feel no he just don't care how we feel I just hope that theres no such thing as god cause theres no explanation for this shit war and poverty endless attrocities who the fuck could create this yeah I know that theres no such thing as god cause theres no explanation for this shit war and poverty endless attrocities no one could make this could make this someday you will die somehow and someones going to steal your carbon