Holy Brain Cages, Batman!

I could die tonight and not feel a thing
because I'm numb to the pain, but I dont miss a thing.
I got music in my head like I'm drummin' away
It plays so loud it over shadows the noise and the rain.
A finger on the trigger and another on the bombs,
I don't know you at all, but I'll blow you away anyway.
I can kill you, though that could mean death to me,
'till I end up with a knife in my back, I'll keep fighting.
Even numb to that pain, I can't keep breathing.
It only gets worse, just before it gets better
even at rock bottom, it can still get lower;
But it's in me to keep fighting, my middle finger on the trigger is my preface to you. 
As that bullet exits your brain-
I got a trophy on the wall to show, forever in place. 
Kicked down and stomped on I'm bloody on the floor,
but i get back up and fight, 'cause i've got something to fight for.

The Allure Of The Zombie.

Here in America, and thankfully Great Britain as well, there seems to be a bit of zombie fanaticism going on when it comes to the topic of the apocalypse.  Other than being the coolest way for the population of the earth to die, what makes this idea so much more interesting than say, epic natural disasters or asteroid rain?  Since the beginning of time there's been these types of ideas in the minds of humans (See the coolest zombie of all time: Jesus.)  When we think of death, most of think of some kind of afterlife don't we?  Be it a new life, heaven or hell, or whatever you believe it is, that is not the point, the allure of the zombie, however, brings an afterlife that we can all love right?  You feel no pain, you don't feel bored, you're never thirsty, and you spend the rest of your afterlife searching for food (which you can find on your person even!.)  Does it get much better than that?  From that point of view, getting eaten in the zombie apocalypse doesn't seem so bad does it?  After the pain of one of them ripping out your carotid artery that is.  Now as a living human, an endless horde of blood thirsty zombies trying to eat you and whatever companions you may have?  Sounds fun doesn't it?  Well it should, as long as you're not the slow one that is.  We all get our pent up rage, what better way to take out that aggression than on the brains of the population of humanity that is selfish, inconsiderate and more?  You remember them, when you went to the store for some emergency batteries on December 24th and you realize that even less people know how to drive, and now even more people care about only themselves.  Well here you go, they're slow moving, stupid, and easily fooled aside from there incredible sense of smell.  The only thing you will have to worry about in this situation is running into a few loved ones right?  As much as you love them, you can't let them eat you because you're having too much fun.  You can't kill them (again) because being a zombie just has to be bitchin' as well.  Best avoid them eh?  Now you have the freedom to go out and get those things you couldn't afford before, what's not to love about that?  You can theoretically go anywhere you want to as well.  This is why we love it!  Or is it the thought of maybe running into those you dislike or hate?  Maybe taking a trip to California and running into a Britney Spears or Jessica Simpson, just be prepared because their IQ has actually gone up upon zombification.  All in all, of the "doomsday theories" that can be tossed out there, this is the most fun is it not?  I think these, as well as some omitted reasons, are why we Americans and great story tellers, love the idea of one day being pitted against billions of zombies.  

Frayed bungie cords;

I feel the wind rushing through my eyes
falling more than terminal my hair rips and flies
I can look back up and see the base of lies
on that base too many men have died.

I am swan, I fear not the earth below
I'm falling for scores and am still so high
I can catch grasp the stone thrown from the sky.
Into my reach I feel cold base,
I hope when I reach the ground it can save me some how.
There's a pool in the bottom, I can see the ring around;
an inch too small, I will surely not drown.

To get a closer look I fall even faster than before
the air rushing over me is making my neck sore
fix me stone, blood diamond I now call my own;
the ones slain to get you, won't know the power you hold.
Fix me before I hit the ground, stop me, land me safe and sound
in that pool of water from the fountain of youth.

Am I still falling now? I'm looking around hearing air sounds;
the air in my eyes make em water and burn, 
is this stone worth the pain I invested in it, is it lesson learned?
But I'm already tasting dirt and not moving at all;
and the stone I killed for, intern kills me;
embedded in my skull, it's bleeding red and gray
now I drift into space, and I still feel no pain.

Flist.

Dear you, 

I know your name but never will I speak it again
yet my hopes still hang on every word you never said
you never had enough, though I gave you all I had
and I still to this day feel like I'm beating the wall. 
all the words you spoke were not loud enough to hear
yet you claim you've told me it all since freshman year.

you use all my dirty secrets in your favorite black mail game
and it's knives like that , that make me curse your name.
our great minds think alike, but might also destroy lives
but are we better off like this? better saving lives?
mouth full of dirt your goal is far from complete
to kick the smile off my face, you don't have what it takes
'cause for once the planets don't see the sun-
and the ring of fire i have, I won't burn out on this one.