Issues

In a broken hearted dream of contempt and malevolence
I dreamt of a place mixed with power and innocence
Transfixed on the resonance of laughable indifference
I slunk betwixt the pestilence and maladjusted crimson lips
The fission of a passionless half devil’s advocate
And a man that smiles like he strives to make the vile laugh again
Now that’s a friend, living in the midst of deserts lonely and
Hoping rains will come and make the prickled cactus bloom again
Nonpartisan hooligan, byproduct of gruesome bliss
The schools of persecution twisted by a muse’s kiss
Cuffs bruising wrists, cruising to his doom in fits
Bemusing why entombing self would rid his life of avarice
The loosing bits of foolishness where never to consume again
The looming awful aftertaste was welcomed with a youthful grin
His tears became a pool of gin, drank until his heart gave in
And laughed up at the rain because the pain became his medicine
(Chorus — Masetti)
We may not see eye to eye
But know that I try, I try
This is just a struggle that we live through
I feel like I survived the lies
Finally starting to realize
We don’t have to make everything such an issue
(Verse 2: Perennial)
Raised as a born again so death was all the more akin
When silent nights were hoarded like a fortune made for lonely men
Broke the coma, rose and left my halo bent up on the shelf
Ground some nugs of crystal bud and blew the smoke to hide myself
My eyes have never lied but half my life I was asleep
When I awoke without regrets my better half was in too deep
I shook her faster, begged her, then some nervous laughter
But assuredly she cursed me further sinking to disaster
Her sleep became deeper but her subconscious would eat at her
Till caverns filled with ether hollowed and depleted her
I planted a seed in her but she refused to believe a word
Now the tree in her began to take root in the meaning of her
But that’s all a lie, just a hope I have inside
For every woman I loved smothered by dogma alive
I played the savior, plagued the jaded angels
But rattled cages made them crave more chains for their ankles
(Chorus — Masetti)
We may not see eye to eye
But know that I try, I try
This is just a struggle that we live through
I feel like I survived the lies
Finally starting to realize
We don’t have to make everything such an issue
(Verse 3: Perennial)
Looking back I see how ignorance and blissful belligerence
With childlike ambivalence conflicted with my bitterness
Returning to the balanced glimpse of miscreants and petrichor
Where cryptic blends of rigmarole compete with mystic folklore
An eclectic eccentric, infected by contagious wizardry
Adolescence fought for life beneath religious conditioning
So I loath tradition and I’m a cynic and bitter thing
Surrounded by a moat discouraging sirens to sing
The sight of Midas-like fiction made a fight or flight vision
Devising a life like description incited a Christlike division
So fuck it, I’m frost bitten, lost with this moss grippin
Tossin' my rotten digits for bionic thoughts and ambition
But I’m on a mission to kick inflictions and create greener pastures
All I’m after is to craft idyllic memories for ever after
Or perhaps I’m just a bastard, blasting favored masters
Entrapping disaster in a canister to banish all the raptures
(Chorus — Masetti)
Something is wrong with us
Don’t get involved with us
No no no
This is not the trouble that you’ve lived through
I feel like I survived the lies
Finally starting to realize
We don’t have to make everything such an issue