Where She Ranks Against Misery
there's a brand new hole
cut in what's left of the heart
where he used to stand and protect
and yet she's still alive to bleed and feel
where are the drugs to turn it off
starvation to black it out
insomnia to turn it into barely there
alcohol to take the mind away
there is nothing left but the ache
of knowing that this was more than love
but only for her it seems
because he loved his misery more
Help Me Hate
there are love songs of rockers
who know it well
angry metal men
who scream of loss and betrayal
who have sung to you in the dark
given a hurt to identify
for all the lost and lonely
gave you someone to raise your hands to
in the raging spaces in your time
fed and encouraged profanity
and who now sing to me in the night
when i reach for you and find a new way to cut
handed me on a silver plater
new way to feed the masochism
new reason to hate my vapid deficiency
thank you for feeding my living death
