BAUMER

DON’T FEED ME THAT SHIT

I KNOW A LITTLE BIT ABOUT NOTHING AT ALL

YOU CAN’T MAKE TIME STAND STILL

YOU CAN’T MAKE MY DREAMS REAL

YOU CAN’T MAKE MY NIGHTMARES UNTRUE

MATTER OF FACT, WHAT CAN YOU DO

I BLAME MYSELF FOR STICKING IT OUT

BUT THE WATER’S TO DEEP NOW

THERE IS NO ONE AROUND

JUST GO TO SLEEP

I HOPE YOU DROWN

MATTER OF FACT, I THINK I’LL HOLD YOU DOWN

















SOMETIMES THOUGHTS BOYCOTT THEMSELVES

SOME ARE BORN ALREADY PLACED NEATLY ON THE SHELVES

OTHERS ARE BIRTHED AND TOSSED ABOUT

THROWN IN THE TOILET TO DROWN THEMSELVES OUT

ONLY THE FIRST THIRD OF EVERY WORD IS EVER HEARD

NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR STORY

THEIR’S IS MORE IMPORTANT

IF IT’S NOT COMING FROM THEIR MOUTH IT DOESN’T MATTER

IT’S PLAIN BORING, NO POINT IN IGNORING

SIT IN AWE MOUTH AGAPE

AT JUST HOW ANNOYING THEY CAN BE

HANGING ON EVERY LAST WORD

ROLLING OFF THEIR OWN TONGUE

LIKE THEY ARE WAITING FOR THE BIG ENDING

TO THEIR OWN STORY

WHILE STAGNANT

A GLIMPSE OF HARSH REALITY

THE STORYTELLER HAS A SURPRISE ENDING IN STORE

EVEN TO THEMSELVES

IMAGINATION IS A CONVENIENT ESCAPE

IN THAT INSTANT YOU REALIZE YOUR FATE

YOU ARE STUCK ON THIS ISLAND WITH A BOOK ON TAPE







HEAVEN AND HELL CAME TOGETHER THAT DAY

THE BEST VERSE OF THE WORST STORY

COLLABORATION OF GOOD AND EVIL

CREATES PURGATORY

CHILD OF THE BRIGHTEST LIGHT

CHILD OF THE DARKEST KNIGHT

CONCEIVED

IN ORDER TO RESTORE THE WORLDS SIGHT

POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE

UNITE

IN ORDER TO PRESERVE THE CIRCLE OF LIFE





















HE WOKE UP AND FELT MORE LOST THAN THE DAY BEFORE

MAD AS HELL AND DON’T KNOW WHAT FOR

PAIN SO DEEP, HE HURTS TO HIS CORE

BUT EACH AND EVERY DAY HE ASKS FOR MORE

JUST CAN’T SEEM TO FIND HIS WAY TO THE DOOR

HE JUST WANTS TO GO WHERE NOBODY KNOWS HIS NAME

IT’S JUST ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE DAYS

WHERE THE PAIN REFUSES TO GO AWAY

THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO SAY

IF LIFE IS A GAME, HE DOESN’T WANT TO PLAY

HE IS A LOST AND LONELY SOUL

ALL HE KNOWS IS THAT HE’D RATHER BE ALONE

HE PICKS UP THE PNONE AND DIALS NO-ONE HE KNOWS

LET ME TELL YOU THE STORY OF THIS MANS LIFE

ALL HE WANTS TO DO IS SWIM

BUT THE WORLD’S GONE DRY

HE’S IN A FUCKING DESERT

CAN’T EVEN CRY

DROWNING AND DON’T KNOW WHY

THIS OLD WORLD WONT LET HIM DIE

HE JUST WANTS TO GO WHERE NOBODY KNOWS HIS NAME

LETS GO OF THE PHONE, COLLAPSES IN PAIN

ALL AT ONCE, HIS TROUBLES FLOW THROUGH HIS BRAIN

FEELS LIKE THE BLOOD HAS GONE COLD IN HIS VEINS

NO EMOTIONS AT ALL

HAS HE GONE INSANE

SOMEHOW

SOME WAY

HE’S GOT TO END THIS PAIN

HE JUST WANTS TO GO WHERE NOBODY KNOWS HIS NAME



IT’S RAINING OUTSIDE AND I WORKED ALL NIGHT

GO HOME AND SHUT MY EYES TO THE LIGHT

HEAD HITS THE PILLOW, I CAN’T SLEEP A WINK

LISTEN TO THE RAIN AND TRY NOT TO THINK

WHERE DID MY LIFE GO SO WRONG

I USED TO THINK I WAS SO STRONG

I’VE BEEN STUCK IN THIS PLACE FOR SO LONG

I SHOULD BE GONE

WHERE DID MY LIFE GO SO WRONG

I USED TO THINK I WAS SO STRONG

AT THE END OF THE DAY I KNEW I WAS WRONG

NEXT THING I KNOW I’M ALL ALONE

ON A PLANE TO NOWHERE

A TRAIN TO NOWHERE

I GUESS I’LL KNOW WHEN I GET THERE

ON A BUS TO NOWHERE ALL ALONE

SIPPING ON SOUTHERN COMFORT

WHICH PROVIDES NONE

THE BOTTLE IS DONE

THE DRIVER YELLS “LAST STOP”

I GET OFF AND DON’T KNOW WHAT FOR

I WAS LOOKING FOR HEAVENS BACK DOOR

IT STARTED TO RAIN

I JUMPED IN A CAB

DRIVER ASKS

“WHERE YOU HEADED”

“NOWHERE FAST”

“MAN, I HEAR THAT, HOW BOUT I DRIVE YOU AROUND ‘TIL YOU FIGURE IT OUT”

I LOOKED UP AT THE CLOUDS AS IT STARTED TO POUR

“CAN YOU DROP ME AT HEAVENS BACK DOOR”







I AM SAT AT HOME UNEMPLOYED ONCE AGAIN

BECAUSE I WON’T CONFORM AND BECOME ONE OF THEM

THOUGHTS OF MY OWN

I WON’T BE A CLONE

IF IT’S WAR

IT’S WAR

NO APOLOGIES IN STORE

CUT A THROAT

TAKE THE THRONE

KILL EVERYONE HE KNOWS

BURN HIS HOME

STAND ON THE ASHES

NOT AS A SHOW

BUT SO IT IS KNOWN





A MIND SO EVIL, NOT TO BE MISTAKEN FOR FEEBLE

SO MANY INCONSIDERATE PEOPLE

WHO FORGET TO CONSIDER

I’LL SIT DOWN AND EAT YOUR HEART FOR DINNER

IT REALLY DOESN’T MATTER TO ME

NOBODY WOULD BE MADDER THAN ME

TO SEE A MUTHERFUCKER LIKE YOU SUCCEED

NOBODY WOULD BE GLADDER THAN ME

TO SEE YOUR BLOOD SPATTER, THEN LEAVE





THEY ALWAYS SAID LITTLE TOMMY WAS A YOUNG MAN WITH AN OLD SOUL

BUT HE WASN’T READY TO GO

WASN’T READY TO WALK THAT LONELY ROAD

LIVED LIFE FAST

BUT FORCED TO WALK IT SHACKLED AND SLOW

SIX BY SIX UNDER LOCK AND KEY

ROTTING IN A CELL HE EQUATES TO HELL

ALL NIGHT LONG YOU CAN HEAR HIM YELL

“I’D RATHER BE CARRIED BY SIX, THAN JUDGED BY TWELVE”

LITTLE JEZZY WAS SURE A BELLE

BUT SHE COULD NO LONGER RING

DADDY DIDN’T BELIEVE IN ANGELS

BUT HE YEARNED TO HEAR HER SING

SHE CALLED HIS NAME

BUT HE COULDN’T HEAR HER SCREAMS

NOW THE FACE OF EVIL LINGERED IN HIS DREAMS

AND HE IS OUT ON BAIL

DADDY’S WHOLE LIFE IS A JAIL

HE WASN’T THERE TO HELP, EVERY THOUGHT OF HER IS HIS CELL

SHOTS RING OUT AND YOU CAN HEAR HIM YELL

“I’D RATHER BE CARRIED BY SIX, THAN JUDGED BY TWELVE”