Issues:

(Verse 1: Perennial)

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